To Drink from a cup that's filled from a river
a glass jar stained with time
that tells a story no one knows
by the river, is the wooden cabin-
that creaked, and smelled of pine
a cabin that lives with time-
with an old man, named henry
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
To Drink from a cup that's filled from a river
a glass jar stained with time
that tells a story no one knows
by the river, is the wooden cabin-
that creaked, and smelled of pine
a cabin that lives with time-
with an old man, named henry
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