
Oh, to be drunk on summer again.
Tipsy in its heat.
Flush with its sun.
Awake and alive, humming the sprinklers’ song.
Alas, it is September and the hangover just begins.
Yep. Poetry again.
Apparently, I’m in a mood.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Oh, to be drunk on summer again.
Tipsy in its heat.
Flush with its sun.
Awake and alive, humming the sprinklers’ song.
Alas, it is September and the hangover just begins.
Yep. Poetry again.
Apparently, I’m in a mood.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe