cinnamon rolls


The raindrops fell in my

cup of coffee which was without

S U G A R,

at least, now it was edible for my soul.

But what about the cinnamon rolls

which are now soaked in rainwater?

"can I still eat them?"

I asked myself holding the

soggy dessert in my hand and

thinking if it will still taste the same.

Probably not, but I have heard

R A I N M A K E S E V E R Y T H I N G

B E T T E R.

They were drenched in the melancholy

of not being the same anymore

and it faded when I took the first bite.

No, they weren't the same and neither

they were better but I savored their sweetness

before it could suffocate and then finally

F A D E.

And I guess that was enough.


It's raining right now but that's a total coincidence because I wrote this poem last night. The poem was incomplete last night but the weather helped me fill the missing words.

Fun fact: I have never eaten a cinnamon roll but I'm totally going to have one soon now.


How is the weather in your city right now?

Let me know in the comments below.


Credits:

Written by Rebekka Kaur

Picture by: @9jedit on twitter

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