My lips are sour this morning. Assuredly, the coffee I’m taking is no ally to moisture nor sweetness. The early sky is low and the sun sits above it. Oh, to be a bird above the mist! A plane! A speck of dust in the higher atmosphere!
My lips are sour this morning. Assuredly, the coffee I’m taking is no ally to moisture nor sweetness. The early sky is low and the sun sits above it. Oh, to be a bird above the mist! A plane! A speck of dust in the higher atmosphere!