Breakfast
"I miss the breakfast poems", said she, so I awoke
silently at dawn, slipped into my study and
wracked my brain for the glint of inspiration from
which to build my perfect poem for her amusement.
Nothing came. The more I tried the more
did my inspiration abandon me. And as I thought
about my past, her present, our future, I realized
the perfect poem forming in my mind should
never be written, would never be read,
(Breakfest poem - Paul Shuch)
as inlocui cafeaua cu laptele, dar probabil ar strica compozitia cromatica destul de reusita
RăspundețiȘtergerenu e cafea in cana alba. nu beau cafea, mai ales dimineata, ca ma adoarme la loc. e o cana cu ciocolata fierbinte :D.
RăspundețiȘtergerenu se vede k e fierbinte, asteptam aburi la post procesare. Mare atentie la zaharoase !
RăspundețiȘtergeree singurul viciu culinar pe care il mai am. :))))
RăspundețiȘtergereNice picture. I like ur style.
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