The alley, with its oil-infused aroma,
When the scent of fried bread filled,
To the children in the neighbor, the browned and well-done
Color and sweet taste, it lured
Them. The small and old shop by the street, the memories
Of bygone days're been coming
Up. Today on sidewalk by shop, with my young grandson,
My old memories, we are sharing.
(Dec.,23rd,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
I adore the imagery here. Very evocative word choice. Stay safe.
Hi! Rocky
Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice left weekend!
Mmm, a tasty write K!
Hi! Orchidee
I deeply appreciate to you for your kind comment.
That's so nice to read.
Hi! Ellen
Thank you for your kind comments. Wish your good health and happiness at new year!
I certainly smelt that one...mmm....mmm...
Hi! Dave. Thank you for your kind comment. It smells the fried pain near the store. Have nice days!
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