Genius poems are
Baked on your sourdough!
they on your yeast have grown
And on your oil stood up!
I don’t need bread, but gulp -
Something bilingual.
But without dough and flour -
I can’t make any line.
Feel: you're inside, and I -
bake the cake outside,
You come - and sing again
In your own soul this time.
Here the spiritual cycle
Of soul's transformation.
Your hot mouth in the dough
Exhales my inspiration!
on your sourdough
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2020
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