An excellent smell made it's way through the air
I ordered for bread, and sat on a chair
The bread was for my breakfast, it would be on my plate
I got home, and the fresh crunchy, crisp bread I ate
I Imagined the dough being knead
To form some excellent bread
Through my mouth the bread's taste did melt
I cleansed the plate, and on the floor to pick up bread crumbs, I knelt
-Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
