Cake
I was cleaning my room
When I found it in the dark corner without no sound
A golden spoon which I used one afternoon
It was full of dust and a bit of rust
I blew the dust away
The spoon shined
It was then I recalled
The cake we ate
That I had baked
And used the spoon
To take a bite of the cake.
Written by Srdjan Solkotovic
Poetry, stories, and so much more flow through my mind, sometimes I am lucky enough to write them down and share it with my lovely readers.
Short and simple, a little edgy. Like it! 🙂
thank you 😀
“The bit of the cake that looked like the moon”. I don’t think chocolate cake will ever be the same again.
😀 cake is cake, always taste great 😀