King of leaves,
Basil,
Rising from the earth with
Sweet luxury of smell
You awaken the senses
And fuel the soul
Splashed upon the fruits
Of our triumphant culinary
From Greece to China to Genoa,
With rich silk
And elegance one could only dream
A dragon of might
You stand proud
Past the picking
Past the rough paths,
Cold breezes
Still you shine,
Beloved basil
Amid us who cannot decide
You know your duty
Relentlessly,
You grow, grow
Asking nothing in return
A servant of stem
A dreamer of multiplicity
A flowering of life!














Comments
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"Giant spork and foon!" ~Mason
Good work!
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Militant Atheist
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"I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me." -Frank Sinatra
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"I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me." -Frank Sinatra
good job, you're interesting.
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we feel like islands.
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"I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me." -Frank Sinatra
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"The mark of an immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one"-William Stekel
Love ya darlin.
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"Do one thing every day that scares you." --Eleanor Roosevelt
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