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Half Empty Glass
I see the glass resting on the table It’s content twinkling in the sunlight More full than empty it seems Promising peace and a future bright
Bubbles froth and shimmer Echoing the laughter it holds Soft ripples tell their own tale Of tenderness it closely enfolds
Rainbows catch the fluid As against the walls it dances Perhaps the empty space is what Allows this freedom as it prances
Had it been full to the brim Wouldn’t it have sloshed, spilledMaybe that is the way life works Gifting us vacuum to occasionally fill...
~Glowing
Embers~
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