Piece a peace crust

slice-cut the bread.

Drink as you must

what fruit has bled.


Syrup cuisine?

Bee of a sting?

A thermal spring?

Meal unforeseen.


Rooster’s daughter

a fine relate

feathered water

to stock create.


Hunger and thirst

the spirit feels

what soul has nursed

and taste reveals.

lost chicken

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