I woke up prematurely
In the most agreeable way
Three sweetly-laden platters
A black forest, a mousse, a cheesecake
And as I dressed for work
I still wanted to believe
Sadly, my empty stomach
Proved the cakes were just a dream
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Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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