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| A jar of delicious cookies |
The Last cookie
I still remember,
The December embers,
The arctic atmosphere,
And my ashen skin,
Both of them met,
Early in the morning.
I was awfully exhausted,
But I still grin.
Toil after toil,
Trouble after trouble,
My job was hard,
A jar of cookies,
Was my ultimate reward.
I was traumatized,
I can’t believe my eyes,
Lost for words;
I know the cookies are dulcet,
But are not enough to pay,
For my blood and sweat.
I was outraged,
A pungent aroma,
Crammed my nostrils…
Till it reached my heart,
And filled it with saccharine.
The jar eyed me,
I fingered the jar,
It appeared to be enchanted,
I was anxious to open it,
As if it was treasure.
With a gentle measure,
I lift the jar,
Opened the lid,
Something rushed out,
As if a charm revealed,
A pleasant odour,
Embraced my nostrils.
Unwillingly my fingers
reached out,
And grabbed a crunchy cookie,
I can feel the expedient ingredients,
In my hands,
I took a bite,
It filled my heart,
With immense delight.
Questions raised in my mind,
Where it was baked?
I believed in the fairyland,
Or maybe in the wizarding world?
Because it was seductive,
I became an addict,
My hands reached out,
Again and again,
While I crunched and bit.
All was lost,
The last cookie remained,
While eyeing it,
I felt asleep.
I saw a familiar silhouette,
Taking the last piece,
Because when I waked,
The jar was all empty,
Once again I was outraged,
But I don’t know why?
The December embers,
The arctic atmosphere,
And my ashen skin,
Both of them met,
Early in the morning.
But I still grin.
Toil after toil,
Trouble after trouble,
My job was hard,
A jar of cookies,
Was my ultimate reward.
I can’t believe my eyes,
Lost for words;
I know the cookies are dulcet,
But are not enough to pay,
For my blood and sweat.
A pungent aroma,
Crammed my nostrils…
Till it reached my heart,
And filled it with saccharine.
I fingered the jar,
It appeared to be enchanted,
I was anxious to open it,
As if it was treasure.
I lift the jar,
Opened the lid,
Something rushed out,
As if a charm revealed,
A pleasant odour,
Embraced my nostrils.
And grabbed a crunchy cookie,
I can feel the expedient ingredients,
In my hands,
I took a bite,
It filled my heart,
With immense delight.
Where it was baked?
I believed in the fairyland,
Or maybe in the wizarding world?
Because it was seductive,
I became an addict,
My hands reached out,
Again and again,
While I crunched and bit.
The last cookie remained,
While eyeing it,
I felt asleep.
Taking the last piece,
Because when I waked,
The jar was all empty,
Once again I was outraged,
But I don’t know why?
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