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 Create Together. 
and you can decide on what you think.


in the heart's annals, where memories hold sway,
a unicorn, its horn, a map of dismay.
yet sought new friendships, hopeful days.
yet sought out kinship 'neath hopeful skies.

popularity, a fleeting shade,
to its heart, no lasting trade.
a donkey plain, dreams concealed,
enchanted by its gazes, fate revealed.

for the unicorn, a glimmering hope,
yet fate's decree wove a tangled rope.
bound to another, a silent plea,
their hearts entwined, yet kept at sea.

against the tempest, side by side,
yet distance grew, like a shifting tide.
promises murmured in the night,
fading like stars, lost in morning's light.

both vowed their presence, strong and true,
yet love's cruel jest withdrew.
and smashed its heart to pieces,
it wishes it had a reason to harbor disdain for its departure,

it wishes it were the villain,
a psycho with no feelings, a heart made of granite
the unicorn, its soul laid bare,
took flight away, lost in despair.

oh God, it was sorry, it put it through hell
it tried to love it when it hated itself
it know it's too late for apologies
for all the missteps that eluded its eyes
the blame's on itself.

in lands afar, where stores did close,
a tale of unity, a bloom arose.
hands clasped, with hearts entwined,
Masks, lunch, and hope in concert aligned.

a chorus of mirth, a game of jest,
midst their labor, they took a rest.
laughter echoed, a fleeting break,
in earnest toil, for others' sake.

their spirits danced, like autumn leaves,
as love and care wove like golden sheaves.
across the seas, a beacon aglow,
in unity, their vigor did grow.

in distant lands, where closures loomed,
a tale of togetherness brightly bloomed.
they gathered 'round with purpose clear,
bagging, masking, and spreading cheer.

yet in the midst, a touch of fun,
a game of folly, not to be outdone.
they laughed and played, a merry crew,
balancing work and jesting too.

in acts of kindness, they took their stand,
sending aid with a helping hand.
a touch of "stupid," a sprinkle of mirth,
added color to their noble worth.

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