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A cola fizz, a wish unmade,My paw upon the game I played.The foam says “wait,” the sky says “go,”I chase a win I’ll neve...

A circle drawn with steps and smoke,In bubbles traced by dreams we spoke.Each path returns, yet never same,A different b...

One night it shines, then fades away,The tinsel packed by end of day.The lights go out, the music stills,Yet warmth rema...

The year was foam, both light and deep,Some dreams awoke, some stayed asleep.From golden cuts to noodles plain,From beac...

A dog may bark beneath the stars,Yet feel the foam within, not far.No telescope, no rocket flight,Just quiet thoughts th...

The longest night is not the end—It’s where the light begins again.A toast in hand, the morning near,The warmth returns,...

No rum, no gin, no whiskey pour,Just cola fizz and something more.A twist of lime, a hint of play,The bubbles lift my st...

I sat. I breathed. I did not chase—No fear, no fame, no map to trace.A bubble rose, then softly popped,And all the rushi...

One lunch is small, yet rich with light,A tray of foam in colors bright.The lion rests, no longer loud,Yet lifts his cho...

The library whispered ancient dreams,Below, the tombs held silent screams.Rome’s old stones still heard the play,Where s...