Morning's buttered sun pours light's honey over layered rock cakes spilling shadows in drops coffee black. A flowered and green tilted plate where a thin trail wends its way through leafy bordering byways. Birds call like singing utensils and the aroma of nature's kitchen wafts through the out doors. Tongue tasting lightly salted, skin basted turning brown. I walk between moss and vine table cloth decorated stone tables and rock chairs. The fresh mountain air is on the menu.
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: July 29th, 2026 03:27
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a great picture painted here my friend
Thank you Norman I do appreciate your read and kind comment.
always welcome friend
Beautifully written.
"Morning's buttered sun" and "light's honey" are striking images.
Thank you so much for the review Soheil your support and kind words are deeply appreciated
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