Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

Burnt Toast

A poem

Photo by Andrew George on Unsplash

Mouths watering,
waiting to be fed.

Awaiting perfection,
flawlessly toasted bread.

Glistening melted butter,
thoughts swimming through your head.

Wait, pay attention,
where have these thoughts led?

Watching your dreams burn,
as you look on with dread.

Words © Neil Hayes and neilhayeswrites



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