That lovely clear glass
Filled with summers
Sunny tea
Now iced, sweet
And chilled
A liquid requirement
Summoned by
Parched
And broken hearts
Once so clear
And light
Now opaque
In broken-ness
Meekly reaching out
For re-fresh-ments
And Promises
New life
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Excellent poem Debora, Promises of a new life, I like that line. Take care.