I am miso soup
sometimes deceivingly hot
often salty
always tagging along.
And you,
you are the lacquered bowl
majestic black and gold
open red heart
caressing my all
securing me tight
holding me warm
each night and each morn.
I am miso soup
sometimes deceivingly hot
often salty
always tagging along.
And you,
you are the lacquered bowl
majestic black and gold
open red heart
caressing my all
securing me tight
holding me warm
each night and each morn.
Tofu,
of two.
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Bowl
For you.
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Hot soup. Cool poem.
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This was an amazing poem, haha! It really proclaims your love for miso soup!
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It is not so much my love for miso soup but the closeness of the soup and the bowl :)
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