8/27/2021 sweet tea in the summersweet tea in the summer,
its an endless season with you. a jar fills my hand, your Atlantic breeze paints me blue. sprawled out in the sweetgrass, blessed by the shade of my angel oak, she hides me well, her spreading limbs like a cloak. from somewhere above, a songbird sings, he leaves a delicate hymn, before he spreads his golden wings. Comments are closed.
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