The Proverbial Pie
In the land of dreams and fleeting desires,
There exists a pie, baked with love and fires.
Its aroma wanders through the ethereal air,
Gently enticing souls to revel and dare.
Its crust, so crisp, evokes anticipation,
A promise of sweetness and pure elation.
Each bite, a symphony of flavors untold,
Unveiling secrets, more precious than gold.
The first taste, a whisper...
There exists a pie, baked with love and fires.
Its aroma wanders through the ethereal air,
Gently enticing souls to revel and dare.
Its crust, so crisp, evokes anticipation,
A promise of sweetness and pure elation.
Each bite, a symphony of flavors untold,
Unveiling secrets, more precious than gold.
The first taste, a whisper...