Admist the morning haze, Street lamp glittering across. Cutting through the cold breeze Touching floating feather, a natures’ toss. Underneath the morning dew, Slithery and slippery green grass, Shines like a magician’s crystal ball Whispering in angel’s ears with muted bass. Sun appears from no where Spurting straight out of horizon, Spitting the reds and… Continue reading Supernatural Tea
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