A Water Bottle.
Water that bellows a reflection like a crystal.
Though through the looking glass only waves like jello.
The light that reflects to give it, a glow—but ripped from it's shadow.
Several cracks and ripples, but yet beyond window light break is jello whose flavor made it taste like cake.
A triple sundae with a cold brisk beer, "Howdy I'm afraid, oh dear!"
Even the nicest sprinkles can't bring back a dry lake.
Just in the end, a single droplet is all you'll hear.
All the while the rest can bury in drought, all in a swift sleep—the day shall wake.
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Nicely written 💛