Cake
My mom has made a yummy cake,
Scent of the cake, forcing me take;
Desire to taste filled my soul,
Aroma provoked my drool;
I woke sans cake, Just dream of fake.
29/8/2020
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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