And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories