Wishing for a hundred years of healthy
Life, they're carefully brewing,
Each drop of dew's clarity, and each drop and drop,
They're collecting drops and bottling.
When the droplets fall they echo pure sounds,
And it resonates, to people's inner glasses,
Clinking glasses and encourage each other,
And the happiness they're filling the glasses.
(May,13th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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