Stirred well with confidence,
Her cup of tea is composed of
pain and courage,
With a fragrance not easy to forget.
Every sip of it talks about a flight,
A bird escaping the invisible shackles that clutched her for long.
Brimming with a never give up spirit,
The tea keeps her up and going.
#Inktober- #4
WordSmithWithABrush 
That’s so brave, and I love how you managed to draw an exact picture that defines the poem. Bravo dear👏👏
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Thank you so much dear. By the way it was opposite to what you thought. I painted first and then penned a poem. ❤️
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this is lovely 🙂
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Thank you, dear 😊
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