Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
07.02.2026
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Late Evening Treat
After hours and after stress,
When streets grow quiet, soft, and slow,
A single donut on a plate
Feels like a small and gentle glow.
Not every comfort must be grand—
Some fit just right inside your hand.
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