War of Wok

A Poem by mizukawaii2

The feels of the foods in the wok

Oh.. There you are

Heated and golden

As your temperature raises

Others are ready for you

to become your match

Irons keep clashing

Fire keeps burning

Then there comes black warrior and white knight

They blend so well.. oh very well

Eyes could not decide

It is the right of the king of taste

Will all of you become a good pleasure of war?

© 2016 mizukawaii2

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An owl on the moon

I love your words that twist and turn, their temperature rising in the fire. I am eating my wok inspired lunch right now, so each word tasted rich and full.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on June 5, 2016
Last Updated on June 5, 2016
Tags: cook, life, taste

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mizukawaii2

Medan, North of Sumatera, Indonesia

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I am in love with nature, children and foods I look forward to everyday peace I feel like I need to deal with art everyday including the art of words Cant wait to meet great poets here!!! more..