The fresh smell of toasting,
Of bubbles filling the air,
Saturates the heart with golden lights.
Science meets poetry
The fresh smell of toasting,
Of bubbles filling the air,
Saturates the heart with golden lights.
A celebration day is on the way
I just realised this is the magic moment
The routine is interrupted
By a sharp flash of white light.
This will take the form of a time-freeze
With nor targets nor expectations
Only daydreaming and absurdities.