the youthful glow
a ray of sun
bursting through the sill
egg’s yolk spilling
soaking into burnt toast
the back of my hand is
warm from the sunlight
the cutlery reflects
right into my eyes
my father spoons another helping onto my plate
the youthful glow
a ray of sun
bursting through the sill
egg’s yolk spilling
soaking into burnt toast
the back of my hand is
warm from the sunlight
the cutlery reflects
right into my eyes
my father spoons another helping onto my plate
elleguyence 
❤
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another nice post from ya. stay safe!!
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Nice one, Elle! You really build a scene here that I can picture in my mind. . .
-j
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This one is amazing. I can actually see the scene!
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Great read both posts and you gave me the sun to improve my writing.
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A beautiful poem wonderfully written. 😀
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Felt like I was there. 😁
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