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Half Empty Glass


His memories triggered,
In momentary sequence,
Through reflections
Within a half empty glass.

Her presence acknowledged
By the scent of perfume;
Gaze now drawn towards
Her body’s silhouette.

Her beauty steals
His precious breath.
Dimly lit space
Echoes rhythm and pitch.

Shadows part with
Each step she takes;
Doubt of her purpose
Erased by hypnotic sways.

Her arms flowing motion
Direct the path of vapors
Despite the glares of spectators
She danced for him alone.

Her lips injecting tranquility
Into his torrent mind.
Their hearts beat in harmony
Leaving his spirit in a trance.

His smile crafted by joy
The half empty glass
Is once again full.

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