Small green fire
Swaying in the quiet sun
The seeds burst outward when cut
The fire spreads.
You have gone far away now
Dinner isn't the same without you
But this paneer is delicious
A promise of spice in a calm green world.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 1:15 PM UTC
Small green fire
Swaying in the quiet sun
The seeds burst outward when cut
The fire spreads.
You have gone far away now
Dinner isn't the same without you
But this paneer is delicious
A promise of spice in a calm green world.
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