Noveyre

Rose Cake

Icing on a cake, so crafted and concepted 

with roses crawling up its sides 

delicate and full 

 

All the way from a bakery 

it's carried to a tablecloth 

crowned in melting candles 

 

On a plate of cardboard, taken outside 

under the gazebo with all the people waiting 

the sun passing slowly by 

 

in front of the girl smiling 

with incendiary eyes 

and a whistle to snuff flame 

 

into wishes and smoke 

and birthday dreams 

a lovely cake for a sweet sixteen.

Comments2

  • elenaXgrace

    I like the pretty language you used, nice job

  • Antonio Valetoria

    Very sweet and cute good job



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