In every pinch of a dusk
Mystery starts to spice up,
Where one by one mixing in mask
Heat in low memories of lane.
Slowly garnish with darkness
Sprinkles of blurry paths of sweets,
Adds some salt to give lightness
Where a journey starts to boil.
In a second of preparation
Binding to taste an adventure,
Smells the aroma of emotion
Where you start to cook a dreamer.
,,,
Jr.
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