The glass is always half full,
milk tea coated with nectar,
the 50% sweetness coating our ready tongues
as we sip and we enjoy and we laugh
through the scratch of straw on cup
that tickles our ears or crunches noisily against
ice cubes crisp and clear. My eyes latch
onto your soul like a vice, capturing its purity
as I admire the empty cup
dotted with crystallised condensation,
reflecting rays of hope from the warm sun,
illuminating your chestnut-tinted eyes
no different from a perfect tapioca pearl,
completely whole, utterly beautiful.
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Spontaneity
Short StorySpontaneous, short, sincere and hopefully significant poems/short stories.