Someone has stolen my food,
Which I saved and made for my soul.
My soul is starving,
And the mind is crying.
I suddenly started asking for help,
I fell on the floor and yelp.
My soul is dying for the food
And I started feeling guilty for being so rude.
The stolen food was not fruits, vegetables or ice creams,
But they were my wishes desires and dreams.
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Each morning she fills a bowl with love.
And my hands become like a spoon.
Nourishing my soul with such a precious gift.
A memory my mouth will soon never forget.
The taste of love
— The End —