A poem for my stomach (at night)

mirror road tm 7 jul16

Be still my stomach now
The night is calm and sleep it wins
But morning comes too soon
The sun doth shine and breakfast comes
May your plate be as full as the moon
And eat thou shall and make no plan
So joyous thou shalt be again

In Timișoara, getting creative when hunger strikes at night. Took the photo this morning on a happy stomach.

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