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.

love from the quiet, misty shadow

in love's ethereal embrace,

a twirl of dances with visage veiled in lace.

small yet mighty 'gainst the gale,

moon and sun, their fates entail.

in love's realm, faces unseen, meanings vast, yet none.

yearning in the shadow's span,

eclipsed desires, two souls began.

a tale of threads, invisible weave,

in shadows cast, they both believe.

frail, yet resilient 'neath the tempest's run.

like moon and sun, they yearn, entwine,

yet veiled by eclipse, their longing defines.

once a century, their paths align,

moon seeks the sun,

in stars they entwine.

enduring trials, unseen plight,

those who force, fade from sight.

legends whisper of threads, invisible, binding,

casting shadows, rare, in century's finding.

moon, patient, waits for its hour to glow,

sun, too, seeks its moment, to brightly show.

patient waits the moon, the sun,

years drift by, leaves aflutter in their sway,

changing hues of the leaves painted scenes in an old play, akin to verses in poignant poem.

for their destined hour to come.

treasure lost, as time unfurls,

in this cosmic dance, their souls twirl.

for those who compel survival's strain,

hold not the worth, for love's true gain.

moon, in century's wait, finds its shine,

sun, in time's, reveals its divine.

what once cherished, now deemed discard,

yet love's mystery, forever, in thy beating heart.

whistled the moon from the shadow's manuscript;

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