Morning-TeatimeA Poem by PianoFiendTea-time is the best time.The sun rolls in Behind the red velvet curtains. A gleam of light is shown Until the man with white gloves pulls them apart To extol the morning star. Painted with exotic flowers, Gold along the rim, Serves the tea. Black-clad fingers lightly grasp the teacup, As the man with the noble face Gazes out the window And drinks in the beauty and the Earl Grey. Life is good. © 2011 PianoFiend |
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Added on November 30, 2011 Last Updated on November 30, 2011 AuthorPianoFiendLincoln, CAAboutMy name is Misty, I am 15, and I go to Lincoln High School. Who I am can be found in my writing, though not directly. My favorite writers are: Fyoder Dostoevsky, Lewis Carrol, and J.K. Rowling. M.. more..Writing
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