FIELD OF RED ~ Fresh local strawberry in Ecuador 70% dark blend enrobed in Mexico dark milk and dusted with cocoa powder.
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When I was young I used to walk Through fields as white as snow Lilies clung to my feet As I frolicked to and fro Then I grew, went to school Found a different heart to love We’d dance atop the lilies White as a winter dove Memories ebb and flow Waves upon a shore My love was swept away for me A love I have no more Now I lay in pieces Nailed to my wooden bed No longer do I frolic The fields have turned to red
Reading from Shibuya, Rich thinks this poem sounds like it came from Shaman.