Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
03.02.2026
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“Midnight Spoon”
The house is quiet, lights are low,
A carton waits where shadows bloom.
One silent scoop, a guilty smile,
Ice cream breaks the edge of gloom.
No candles, music, grand display—
Just cream and sugar, calm and true.
Sometimes comfort doesn’t speak;
It simply sits and waits for you.
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