Feb 2020
The day rises at eight, journeys at ten
Arrives nearly at noon
Salt sweat stream down her shirt
The day finds the hive
No honeys but melted chocolate chair
Steel rust stain stamp her skirt
Behold for no king bee arrives
Only the smoker
Fog fazed the dizzy dazzle bears.
Arrives nearly at noon
Salt sweat stream down her shirt
The day finds the hive
No honeys but melted chocolate chair
Steel rust stain stamp her skirt
Behold for no king bee arrives
Only the smoker
Fog fazed the dizzy dazzle bears.
I miss reading books which will take away your heart, will welcome you like home and will play the hands of time. Any recommendations? 🙃
