by Melisa Robledo
Sphere-like gems, glistening colors of
passionate reds, joyful yellows, and evanescent blues
My creativity endeavored through ingredients
rich, sweet, and dry
I am comprised of the things I did create
Through the fires of varying degrees
Whether it moist, cracked, or whipped
Bits and pieces, crumbs or a dash
It has all been created by minds
words and parts of me.
All of most, were baked at 350 degrees.
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Poetic as well Melisa, bravo!!
And that’s the way the cookie crumbles, lol… have a great day!