A tiny cube, so white and neat,
Sat waiting for a warm, sweet treat.
The tea arrived, a steaming brown,
The cube went in, and tumbled down.
It gave its all, a sugary grace,
To sweeten up that watery space.
It melted fast, with gentle sighs,
Then vanished from our wondering eyes.
The tea was sweet, the flavor bright,
The cube was gone, a selfless light.
A noble end, a sweet release,
To bring the tea a moment's peace.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
A tiny cube, so white and neat,
Sat waiting for a warm, sweet treat.
The tea arrived, a steaming brown,
The cube went in, and tumbled down.
It gave its all, a sugary grace,
To sweeten up that watery space.
It melted fast, with gentle sighs,
Then vanished from our wondering eyes.
The tea was sweet, the flavor bright,
The cube was gone, a selfless light.
A noble end, a sweet release,
To bring the tea a moment's peace.
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