Melting Ice Cream Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melting Ice Cream



Reflections mirroring light from the top
of melting ice cream, sitting in a bowl,
pretending to be a sundae in the night.

Failing miserably in it's plight, yet
tasting good anyway, I place it gently
into my mouth.

Exquisite tasting, even though I shouldn't
be eating any bit of it's delectable
substance.

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