To my colorless days,
You added your subtle saffron hue.
And now, in dreary nights,
I remember the taste of you.
To my insipid imagination,
Add your colors, the ones the world never knew,
And now, your fragrance lives on,
Although hidden in boxes, I know where to find you.
To faded memories of times gone by,
You add your secrets, spicy but true.
Carved from history and tradition,
We are not too different, me and you.
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