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Taste of the Day

Taste of the Day

Chattering thrum of insect song
As solstice day draws to dusk.
A heartfelt sorrow leaves its trace —
Bitter musk upon the face;
Stomach yearns for sweeter tastes.

And I have shared in fullness too —
A happiness no more waiting
For the next day’s making;
A hearty laugh for vain failed schemes
Which ever were such ephemeral dreams.



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