The water is sweet like black licorice and yellow honey. It leaves no room for moist dessert. Because the tongue is never indecisive. It is the bottom of a well never ending. One way leads to the glory of flavors galore. Another to the empty taste that no mouth can savor. One meal is saved for tomorrow in the refrigerator. The other is tossed to the dogs. Given to the swine and eaten by the hogs. And that is why we chase after pure water.
Love always, Esha ❤