There is no milk
There is no sugar
The pie remained
Without the cream...
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He must be tasteless Tsira - - a delicious and tasty piece. Fay xx
one open window holds a pie.. unseen... waifing up into the air.. the cream.. upon the top is there.. all see.. the pipe when held.. each holder watches.. too make sure it's...iip
Tsira, I love the abstract imagery you project within this beautiful poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us my friend. Hugs David