Still enjoying these forms.
Peanut butter toast
reminds me of my childhood,
bringing me a smile.
Roses and lilacs
are lovely to look upon
and soft to the touch.
Sand between my toes
squishes out and spills over,
at first calm, then rough.
Words
carry the
weight of history.
Slumber
does not
come for all.
(Prompt by me)
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Peanut butter toast
reminds me of my childhood,
bringing me a smile.
Roses and lilacs
are lovely to look upon
and soft to the touch.
Sand between my toes
squishes out and spills over,
at first calm, then rough.
Words
carry the
weight of history.
Slumber
does not
come for all.
(Prompt by me)
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