there is hope here the morning sun
leaves loaves of warm light on the doorstep
after he left - leaving a letter –
she realised the room had no windows
the light claimed a green pear
as she drank sweet tea
at 10.09 she was required
to generate her own light:
in Café Gigi she generated her own light
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
there is hope here the morning sun
leaves loaves of warm light on the doorstep
after he left - leaving a letter –
she realised the room had no windows
the light claimed a green pear
as she drank sweet tea
at 10.09 she was required
to generate her own light:
in Café Gigi she generated her own light
Learning about being self reliant.
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