The steady staccato rhythm
of industrial-sized mixer blades
drumming bass inside the metal bowl
provides the background music
for the warm sweet smell of fresh donuts
and coffee in exotic flavors
that wafts lazily through the morning air
as the sunshine streams through the window
and tickles the leaves on the potted plants.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
PuisiThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
