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Spices dance, flavors collide,
A world of taste we hold inside.
Sweet or savory, hot or cold,
Food is comfort, memories told.
A spoonful here, a bite of cheer,
Each dish a story, rich and clear.
From every table, a bond is made,
A feast of love, in flavors laid.
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Comments (3)
Always closer
Feast with a family is good
Good work. This sounds like a poem for the holidays.