• ranji_pens 10w

    I looked at the dinner table.
    The food palate was colorful, decorated deliberately with much attention and love.
    The veggies were at the corner of the plate,
    The soup was creamy inside the bowl,
    Icecreams were as frozen as the first winter's froth.
    My favorite desserts were also served in the shape of heart.
    The spoons were clinching next to the plate,
    And wine looked delicious from distant.

    I took an apple, and
    Walked away towards the door.
    My mom was waiting for me at home.
    To be served.

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