by ShaitansMuseHomewood, Illinois, USA
Aug 2013 332 Views 1 comments
Feast of the Soul
FEAST OF THE SOUL
June 19, 2011
A feast of the soul I drink it in
Famished and supping these delights,
Succulent and sweet these meats of glory
Sating that which for a morsel,
Voraciously consumed is the pick of this harvest
Ripe and tender is the fruit at table
Heavy with the blessings of Gaya,
The aromas are subtle the flavors a mélange
Let there be no end to the banquet.
June 19, 2011
A feast of the soul I drink it in
Famished and supping these delights,
Succulent and sweet these meats of glory
Sating that which for a morsel,
Voraciously consumed is the pick of this harvest
Ripe and tender is the fruit at table
Heavy with the blessings of Gaya,
The aromas are subtle the flavors a mélange
Let there be no end to the banquet.
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Posted: Aug 2013
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yummy