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Glass of Memories
#EphemeralMoments
An empty glass waits, silent and still,
For water's grace, a gentle fill.
It bends to time, a shifting tide,
Flowing free, with none to hide.
Then honey comes, thick, gold, and sweet,
Carrying tales of days complete—
Of...
An empty glass waits, silent and still,
For water's grace, a gentle fill.
It bends to time, a shifting tide,
Flowing free, with none to hide.
Then honey comes, thick, gold, and sweet,
Carrying tales of days complete—
Of...
