The infusion of the Orient
Inspired by the vast plains of Central Asia,
Where the winds whisper ancient secrets,
An infusion is born, like a canvas,
Painted in bright reds and earthy gold.
Pomegranate seeds, ruby shards,
Dancing with the water in a sacred ballet.
Each pearl captivates infinite light,
Souvenir of the golden spice markets.
Ginger mixes in, bold root,
Burning with a gentle fire,
carrying away the spirits.
Its aroma warms the silent soul,
Echo of caravanserais and nights.
The hibiscus stretches, carmine color,
Delicate petals like a fiery evening.
Its tangy, wild and precious note,
Reminiscent of a sunset, harmonious, grandiose.
Finally, chamomile, soothing wisdom,
Places a golden veil over this enchanted beverage.
She speaks of the steppes and their tenderness,
Lulling souls with gentle clarity.
And the apple, roundness of distant orchards,
Pays homage to the earth that nourishes and binds.
Its sweetness sings a serene refrain,
The awakening of flavors in perfect symphony.
In this cup a universe rests,
A whispered story, a sweet journey.
Each sip reminds us of things,
That nature, simple, is a rare heritage.
N.L.L
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