britone mwasaru

In the stillness of the evening, a cup of solace sits,
Steaming warmth in a porcelain embrace,
A quiet corner whispers tales of tranquil sips,
Where time slows, and thoughts find grace.

Silver spoon, a sentinel beside the brew,
Mirroring the soft glow of lamplight hue,
Chairs at rest, await the night’s gentle murmur,
As solitude and peace silently confer.

In the dance of shadows and mellow light,
This moment, a serene respite,
A simple cup of tea, an ode to calm,
In the hum of life’s quiet psalm.