Sweet Tea

By , Fayetteville, GA
Sweet not sour,
nor cold, nor hot
Dreamily refreshing,
under the balcony's light.
Eyes wandering up the lumpy hills,
till they reach the moon, who's suddenly still.
The key to kindness,
the wall of wisdom.
A gift from God.
My mother's sweet tea.





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