Glass.

Glass.

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai
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Broken.

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Before,

I used to think the glass was half-empty.

Then,

I thought that the glass was half-full.

Now?

I realized that I don't care.

I'm just happy that there is a glass.

© 2008 Hunter Zabbai


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Smart and uplifting. Very Buddhist. The world would be a much happier place if everyone thought like that. Thank you.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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I like this, and can relate to it quite well.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one made my smile.
Thank you ryro.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 31, 2008

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