The tongue tingles as animosity mingles in the atmosphere full of fear of a drought… Without question, its’ taste has up lifted this recipe… Carefully as I stir it in my pot of success… I smell the aroma of progress… When the table is set all the kings shall sit and feast… As we pray over our meals, every morning we’re awakened just to fall asleep… During this slumber we comfort ourselves with sweet dreams of another feat… and noticeably, there’s barrels of salt… but it all can’t go towards only one serving, so we marinate our desires into more thought… More thoughts brings us to the conclusion that our stove heats the confusions, then simmers it all down to small talk… Now we’re Boiling, the salt is dissolving, to the perfect amount of each plating, which balances the count of the watering tongues that’s anticipating the taste that all the salt has created…. Do you taste it..
A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel
“Flavor of Salt” Is A Poetic Thought by: Marvel Saffold © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2013, All Rights Reserved.
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