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Infusion

Day 22 ... tea break ๐Ÿ“š

Good morning, ☕๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒน

Infusion is a poem about cranberry tea, describing the sensation of hot tea coursing through my entire body, it's like a magic potion that liberates myself.


Infusion


Let yourself free sometimes, to drip

Into the void as if, to slip

Into a weightless cruise ship.


May the waves envelop me

My veins, my arteries, free

Me in the fusion sea.


No worries, nothing serious

As it seems, just delirious

But rather, nutritious.


Let me be myself, sometimes.


- Michie Lyne

๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ

็…Žใ˜่–ฌ


ๆ™‚ใซใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่งฃๆ”พใ—ใฆ、

็ฉบ่™šใซๆปดใ‚Š่ฝใกใฆ、ใพใ‚‹ใง

็„ก้‡ๅŠ›ใ‚ฏใƒซใƒผใ‚บ่ˆนใซ

ๆป‘ใ‚Š่ฝใกใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ


ๆณขใŒ็งใ‚’ๅŒ…ใฟ่พผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ

็งใฎ้™่„ˆ、็งใฎๅ‹•่„ˆ

ๆณจๅ…ฅใฎๆตทใฎไธญใง็งใ‚’

่งฃๆ”พใ—ใฆ


ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใชใ„ใง、ๆทฑๅˆปใชใ“ใจใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚ใชใ„

ใŸใ ๅคขไธญใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘

ใ‚€ใ—ใ‚ๆ „้คŠ่ฑŠๅฏŒ


ๆ™‚ใ€…、ใ‚ใ‚Šใฎใพใพใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงใ„ใ•ใ›ใฆ


−ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

Cranberries, pastel, Michie Lyne, 2024

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