Nature Mocks Grudge Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Nature Mocks Grudge



You may deny teeth, tongue,
or throat a cup, plate, or spoon,
but not nose of its spicy air.
Your comatose dream in the moon.

Friday, November 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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