Friday, August 7, 2020

her buns

i'll marry the next woman
that makes

me a batch of hot cinnamon
buns
covered in icing.

fresh from the oven.

okay, i'm joking.
but we  could become close
friends.

there is something about
the scent of
cinnamon filling the house
in the early
morning hours,

while it's raining outside
that makes you feel everything
is going to be alright.

that life is worth living,
that the world is not just full
of evil people,

but there are good souls too.

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