*Echoes of remberence*

In the depth of my heart,
Memories still hold there art,
Recalling luminous morning's as we herd to the field with a cart,
Ready to cultivate special ripes for a meal,
Dicing all in reasonable shapes till,
Pilling with a passion to equalise shares,
Ready for a challenge that leaves shears,
At fire place as wood and flames play the victory,
Twerking sideways of the pot leaving ashes at there rivalry,
Leaving a black necklace right round the pot,
As from slight fonts until all sides got coat,
Creating bubbling inside as a call,
Emotionally foaming foams ready to fall,
Erupting as it intrupt twerking flames,
As soup vomits sideways,
Forming masterpiece of its trails,
A sounding message signizing ready for plates,
As all hearts entwined hankering for bites

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