Sunday 2 April 2023

For Each Question


Day Two



It's lost its charm but the vision remains,

Where the sea's in the air, don't slip,

For salt may ease that which is bitter,

A sprinkle of spice, elevate sweetness,

You're too busy searching to see it,

The oak sleeping in the acorn

The diamonds in the kitchen,

You can hear beauty with your eyes closed.



 


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