Washing dishes, the labor we all endure,
Yet within this task, a world to ensure,
Beside the sink, bubbles cascade in flight,
I drift to realms where dreams take their height.
A sunlit beach, grains of sand tickling my toes,
Where azure waves sing symphonies that impose,
Or a mountain's embrace, air pure and bright,
Where vistas ignite the soul's inner light.
Yet for now, I scrub and rinse, mindful and keen,
An art of cleansing, where virtues convene,
Each plate and bowl, a canvas to restore,
To pristine perfection, their essence I explore.
With my trusty scrubber, a partner in play,
I twirl and sway, lost in a distant ballet,
In my mind, distant lands sojourn near,
Transforming reality into realms most dear.
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