If a person loves eating then absorb the hearts
And emit the light paining his brain and torso.
If that pain is equal to the suffering of a plant,
Cancel the diseases of the heart and head in one.
If an event is forthcoming and immediate, we
Will sing according to the voices of our eyes.
My picture is exact like the illness of waiting disorder,
Many craft a lie, but my illness is a wet pond.
When food has entered, it generates the ocean of
Life that grows and grows eternally, like the words
Of a tongue that is luminosity itself, brightness of mine.
Cancel then the event of breathtaking effort, a blood
Has arisen, a blow is given, so forgive the one who errs.
For mankind, a delight is in the explosion, in final
Words and their alleys of dispute, the dispute of forever.
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When food has entered, it generates the ocean of life. Food deeply impacts life. Wonderful idea and theme is shared in this poem...10