Flavor To Memory

So falls the seed
The seasoned dough
Lips of closed
A tongue for taste,
A sip to refresh
Laughter from chest
A moment abreast
Flowing to breeze
Oh! How these hours feel free.

Expanse beyond the eye to see
Though moment shall fall to shade,
Even evening holds its place,
Now forms the rise of molecule blaze,
A dancing array,
A comfort of crowd to stay
Though stars give way
For tomorrow’s valet,
A goodnight
But never an escape
Or an end weigh
But flavors, aromas
Memories built,
By friendship, and gourmet.

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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