CARROT KANJI
CARROT DELIGHT
In winters, my grandma made
Carrot delight, a secret aid
In a glass container displayed
Transparent magic it portrayed
The crimson hue of this delight
Charmed the heart, pure and bright
On the rooftop, basking in cold light
Sipping carrot joy felt just right
Life's had many drinks in its flight
But the taste of that carrot's might
Still lingers on my tongue tonight.
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