Such are the tasty morsels
for the wonderland of the mind;
the most beautiful of words,
on the canvas of a page sprawled.
Alone, the letters detached
are mere dust in desert wind,
but when blended together
become a contrivance sweetened
Forever immortalized,
in glory and grandeur cloaked
Nourishment for the soul
in all seasons of its searching
Seared into fibers of being,
leaving their heartstring mark –
To draw upon the journey of time
and sustain our craving wont.
Very nice, and very true! Nicely written.
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