Tinkling china
Scent of red rose
Touches my nostrils with its steaming tendrils
And as I dream I live to sip
Upon this flowery tasteful nectar
Taken from a rose
This moment now I live
In the moment
I have lived to this moment
Taking one sip
Feel it on my tongue
One sip
One moment
One life to this moment
And as I swallow
I wonder how I have come
To sit here on this day, this month, this year
To drink this
To taste this
In a moment
in other words, we have only lived up to this moment.
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