A poem:

Of all the musicians
I’ve had the great pleasure
Of listening to, none outclass
Taj, the tea vendor.

At the crack of dawn echo
In his shop, by the roadside
Melodies of magic harked
By wanderers walkin’ by.

Some tunes kindle joy,
Some kindle deep sorrow,
Some conjure cosmic calm,
Forgotten songs , come ‘morrow.

Some ignite great regret
For deeds of the past;
On the tea vendor’s lips die
Lays of finesse unsurpassed.

I sometimes stay for hours
Hypnotized by his music,
Drinking tea just as delicious
As any I’ve ever sipped.

At the crack of dawn,
His shop by the roadside
I’m not hesitant to frequent,
Or at times, just wander by.

Guzzling his masterpieces
In perpetual hunger for more,
I feel the tea vendor shall remain
An unknown star,forevermore.

-The Forgers of Fantasy

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