Tasting with closed eyes
Flavors penetrate my tongue
Joy to eat alone.
Listening eyes closed
Seeing music march on scales
Hearing notes anew.
Pinpoints of darkness
Bring to life like grains of salt
Hidden lovely things.
Tasting with closed eyes
Flavors penetrate my tongue
Joy to eat alone.
Listening eyes closed
Seeing music march on scales
Hearing notes anew.
Pinpoints of darkness
Bring to life like grains of salt
Hidden lovely things.
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