Longing days of spices,
Binging ways of minces were my daily flavors.
Dabbling pays of chances,
Mumbling says of nuisances, were my smiley savors.
Failing rays of hope,
Wailing ways of cope became my dully favors’.
Stitching till sundial rests for the day,
Switching till perennial tests for the may,
were my souls only allay.
To relish my taste buds with maze of life,
To Cherish my haste thuds with gaze of life
Heard a knock at my door.
Bravo! Thyself chuckled with glee as the trickle of pickle dozed with my taste buds….
Binging ways of minces were my daily flavors.
Dabbling pays of chances,
Mumbling says of nuisances, were my smiley savors.
Failing rays of hope,
Wailing ways of cope became my dully favors’.
Stitching till sundial rests for the day,
Switching till perennial tests for the may,
were my souls only allay.
To relish my taste buds with maze of life,
To Cherish my haste thuds with gaze of life
Heard a knock at my door.
Bravo! Thyself chuckled with glee as the trickle of pickle dozed with my taste buds….
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