Open the red box, Love, And savor the oven-fresh aroma Of each hopia. Pick one and feel its paper-thin wrap Crumble at your slightest touch. As the remaining mooncakes slant domino-style, Munch on your flaky piece, Relishing the sweet mongo filling In your tongue. Sense your mouth watering for more To delight your tastebuds. Your mother was right About this product of your hometown: The world is about this plump roundness And nothing else besides. It takes after that pale light in the night sky But see how many suns it can eclipse Each time the chewy dough Reveals its creamy mungbean. One crunch, and the flavorful mooncake Can please a multitude’s cravings.
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