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Dreams, the flavor of cravings mostly untold,
Heaped in the quirky neuron tightly chained,
Pleasing perfumes or whiffs of strong coffee?
Or any loved delight binding the lone pieces?
Perhaps the magic vessel endlessly sates the appetite until it's dry.••🧿••
Mares, the bite of defiance mostly withheld,
Trudging into the murky roots intensely veined,
Putrid stench or rotten sour coffee?
Or any bitter ambush blinding the warm breezes?
Perhaps the buried mud pot that ferments the things as it cries.••🧿••🧿••🧿••
Rhyme scheme: ABCDE|ABCDE
Belief behind:
Dreams push people to victory. Mares pull the people into the maze of lordship, which can be victorious or savage.
Mytho-element:
Magic vessel: It refers to Akshaya Patra, which feeds the people until everyone's appetite is addressed. Its presence is seen in Hinduism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam.
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Hums of yardbird
PoetryYardbird (noun): A convict. A caged bird is brimming with emotions of wisdom and chaotic perceptions. These mellifluous hums and horrendous whiffs portray certain beliefs and stories. The aches it rummages is a song. Hop in to dine. Little poetic co...