have a sip of tea

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for CreateTogether.

and you can decide on what you think.

in the hallow, red sea of time, as we float,

from twin tower clasping to H1N1's blow.

a global virus now, history show,

we're entwined with tales, high and low.

as history's fabric, we weave,

we're part, memories etched,

but life does depart.

memories of bubble popping, but we must sow,

for dwelling in the past breeds woe.

lost loves and friends, a bitters taste row,

yet life moves like the ancient Egyptian's Nile river, a steady flow.

old friends and lovers, mere distant bubbles now,

laughters, games, tears, a helping hand to bestow now a fleeting vow.

moments etched, in hearts they glow like dragonfly.

like morning bagels, once a dream afar,

fresh to bestow, life's simple joys,

in the present, we know.

now tangible, beneath the morning star.

but mistakes made, they linger,

though, like cracks in a Japanese's cup,

they often seep through golden patch.

yet from our missteps, wisdom can sprout,

a path to heal from its seed, to let forgiveness sow.

some leave a mark, some fade away like yellow dust so fine,

in the vast Milky Way, we dance,

we sway, intertwine.

past intertwines with future's grasp, spoken words,

like cracks, do clasp.

efforts to mend, to apologize in vain,

regrets linger, a perpetual stain.

foolish games, their consequences clear,

lessons learned, through pain severe.

may courage guide to forge good ties, before memories fade,

before they disguise.

may healing come, understanding deep,

for scars remain, even as we sleep.

in death or parting, we find sorrow's bow,

like a shooting star so bright but so far.

yet in memories, there's solace to borrow.

let wounds mend, let kindness sprout,

for in the end, it's the love we'll stow.

death or divorce, wounds may scar,

yet within, lessons and memories spar.

let healing potions soothe the soul, for old wounds,

in time, may whole.

before it turn to tarnish plum

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