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Flavoursome outcry

A bemused mind on a summer morning, feet refuting every step;

With qualms and no zest, no brood and no rest;

Eyes wander through the shelves, hands approach yesterday’s rest;

Taste buds protest, not bowing to the wonted;

Heart screaming for a new, no servings of the same hue;

A loud growl jumped out, this is no residence of rats;

The dinosaur’s the king of here, and he must protest;

No sheen to the life, all gloomy, a growl again to sparkle the pain;


Think hard you slave, yelled heart. Desires have taken me afar;

Covid hit me hard, left me trapped with this barb;

Delight me with a lingering aroma, I’ll travel like a steam of whiff;

Whirling through the Tuscany or touching the down from cliff;

Will savour a souq through shawarma, and taste ocean with anchovies;

Give me enough to tantalize the heart, jostle aside the dull;

I’m ready to be awed, think through the shine;

Tired wrestling the heart and mind, I bow to appetence;

Curate for the soul, the body smiled devouring ennui.

By ThePinkLensStories

A believe of the power of expression. From time to time, I would pen down my thoughts on this page on the ever evolving world around me. I would cover things, people and emotions that catch my eye. Sometime with words, sometimes with pictures.

Let's stay connected here and get to know one another's world! It's The Pink Lens Stories, from my perspective.

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