The First Bite
Kneaded clouds in saltlight bowls,
rolled paper thin, then baked
into a crescent shaped croissant.
Buttered with mist.
The first bite and you fall from heavens,
crumb by dream-soaked crumb.
Copyright © abdul Mannan | Year Posted 2025
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