Lady Of Some Tea.

The afternoon arrives
Slowly
The setting sun in somewhere sea
The heat fading, the cold bringing
the will to make some tea.

Which tea will I drink this time?
Green?
Black?
Camomile?
Fennel?
White?
Spearmint?
Matte?

Being demanding, I am even with tea, not so much left to choose
I do not like many, but the ones I do, I do it profoundly.

Another eulogie,
another symphony
another sweet little flowers lea
another outter glee
another vividly enchanting non-infinite infinity
And a lady of some tea.