Inspired
I wish one could photograph tastes,
For the pleasure again to meet,
The honey of a pinstriped bee,
Or the plumpest of summer blueberries.
I pray I may remember,
And my longing heart might see,
That the senses bestowed upon me,
Are purer than camera ever could be.
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