Saturday, February 27, 2010

Food

The end of us all
Was the start
A fire burning bright
Aromas giving sight
To lands far off
Distance was no matter
We could smell what they smelled
The taste in which we revelled
The peace that instills
Or insatible craze it gives
The guilt
Yet the world is unspoiled

The effect it has is great
Something worth to wait

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