I place the cup on my tender lips
I take a sip
It elapses into my mouth
The texture is smooth
The flavour of autumn roses filled in my mouth
The spring taste is so soothing
I can feel it
I close my eyes
I feel the spring sprint into my head
This feeling
This elegance
It's contagious
I open my eyes
And I'm back
Back into this room
No spring
No roses
Nothing..
But surely this sweet tenderness flavour will never be forgotten