savoury feast
( an epulaeryu )
A ladle lifts the broth’s
amber swirl as though some
ancient hearth were waking;
steam rises like heralds
calling us to gather,
to savour this
gold
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2026 04:53
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