Infusion
Do you have time for tea
For I am drowning in a sea
Save me, Save me
In this sea of emotion
No cure, no potion
Stagnant, no motion
But I move you
A teardrop on your cheek
A blade of grass, dipping with a drop of dew
You lean closer to hear me speak
As your tip touches the ground
We meet not once, but twice
Once by root and the second we just found
Platonic infusion of spice
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