PURPLE
Awake in the morning, on a crisp corner of a bright street.
He made me a tea latte, a London Fog – nice and neat.
Grey lounges readying grey.
Heels giggle to start the day.
Normalcy abounds, yet the absurd I feel ready to meet.
PURPLE
Awake in the morning, on a crisp corner of a bright street.
He made me a tea latte, a London Fog – nice and neat.
Grey lounges readying grey.
Heels giggle to start the day.
Normalcy abounds, yet the absurd I feel ready to meet.
Gillian Fritzsche 