with passion flowers, petals bright,

we conjure visions in the night,

in mystic rituals, we partake,

to realms of slumber, we shall wake

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the kettle hums, the fire warm,

as we prepare for dreams to swarm,

into our cups, the brew we pour,

a liquid portal to explore

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sip by sip, we slowly drift,

in realms where fantasy and reality shift,

visions dance ‘cross the mind’s widescreen,

in the dream enchantment of the tea serene


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