Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
03.02.2026
5
“The Art of Indulgence”
No rush, no rules, no need to hide,
I let the spoon move slow and sure.
In every bite, permission lives
To want, to feel, to just enjoy more.
Ice cream teaches gentle truths:
That pleasure isn’t something earned.
Sometimes joy is simply cold,
And sweet, and freely given—learned.
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