I Sunrise is the best; the hot pink hues Illumine crispy autumn mornings. The frost coats swathes of garden grass In rough hewn patches of fast fading white. My wispy grey-white beard still fails To cover where the surgically stretched…
I Sunrise is the best; the hot pink hues Illumine crispy autumn mornings. The frost coats swathes of garden grass In rough hewn patches of fast fading white. My wispy grey-white beard still fails To cover where the surgically stretched…