Tea with the Poet
(dialogue with @soulreserve)

Murmurs over a cup of tea,
A heart half-hid, not all can see:
Her heart obscured in formulary,
And veiled beneath arcane vocabulary.

Yet warm within, her heart beats strong,
Love, joy, and passion her inner song.
Her words be freed of technical efficiency,
Woman whole again–the gift of poetry.

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