The Lost Taste Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
The Lost Taste
There is no milk
There is no sugar
The pie remained
Without the cream...
Culinary chance-man
Has lost his taste
And his patience,
Why he tried
Today a pepper.
And now sits sadly
To smoke his pipe...
He must be tasteless Tsira - - a delicious and tasty piece. Fay xx
one open window holds a pie.. unseen... waifing up into the air.. the cream.. upon the top is there.. all see.. the pipe when held.. each holder watches.. too make sure it's...iip
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5/2/2024 8:07:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Tsira, I love the abstract imagery you project within this beautiful poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us my friend. Hugs David