Sun is hesitant,
The morning is slow to start.
A hint of Autumn.
Where I lament on life in my little nook on the ridge, safely tucked away under my grey roof.
Weird Melissa'isms. The other night while driving home from Daytona, I had a profound and odd thought that popped into my head about ...
Sun of summer.
ReplyDeleteEarth rolls her shoulder.
Not so fast.
Love it ;)
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