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The pouring of glass

  Have you ever seen glass in a liquid form, glass being poured? I most certainly haven't. But I come very close to seeing poured glass each night as my parents pour out green tea for each other. As the yellow tea leaves the glass kettle, it magically turns transparent, and upon reaching the glass reveals its colour again. It really is magical.It obviously looks much more spectacular in real life, but I hope I can share a little magic with you through this picture.

The pouring of glass

The melted substance,
Inside the glass kettle,
Leaves its home,
And is poured as glass.

For only a split second,
it remembers its home,
and reflects it upon itself.

What had been poured was glass,
but what emerged was tea
And the art of pouring glass,
is known only to we.


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  1. Carmen VarnerJuly 18, 2015 at 5:50 AM

    Tea is truly magical. I love to watch it slowly change its hue. :]

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  2. Vedika @ Poems and PoetsJuly 18, 2015 at 12:27 PM

    It truly is. I don't enjoy it myself, but love watching my parents pour it out. Are you enjoying the blog?

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  3. TilakJuly 20, 2015 at 11:27 AM

    Nice imagery!

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