Taste

In the unusual experiences of all those years. we have grown into different sorts. Let's go to the different trails,  refine our character & charm, rewrite our own tales.

Underneath the silver light, 

a natural reminder softly touched -

my mind.

I can feel another day rising, 

as night turns into daytime.

Every moment whispers gently, 

like a raindrop flowing into -

a river deep.

With every sip, 

I taste my morning tea cup, 

in all its vibrant, bitter dips.

Oh, the taste of bitterness,

comes up with a flow of thoughts.

Like an inspiration that dances 

in the pale, gloomy tide.

Every inner voice echoes, 

every glance, a chance,

To immerse myself into-

 The rhythm of this dynamic realism.

Through the fields of natural plants, 

where the colors bloom and sway,

I can taste the summer breeze, 

it soothes my emotional feels..

With every bite of food for thought, 

and every sip of life bitterness,

let's taste -

those tough or creative moments, 

And I’m embracing -

the world of differences.

So here’s to the moments, 

the flavors that are bitter or sour,

In the unusual experiences of -

all those years.

We have grown into different sorts.

Let's go to the different trails, 

refine our character & charm, 

rewrite our own tales.

With every taste of difference, 

and every tear that falls off,

We’ll ponder about -

the next day, the next time, 

trying to thread up -

past, present, and future time,

get things right, 

all the way up.

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