poems sweet tea July 21, 2014by heather anne sweet tea for a hollow morning grey skies Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
it is the smallest and sweetest poem I’ve ever heard. i love grey skies. by the way which tea? earl grey? 🙂 You have earned my follow! See you around. Reply
Some call it red 
I am so with you…
Words to live by …
Like that a lot
Thank you for reading Haiku 14.
Alexander
Love the use of “hollow” here. Brilliant.
Earl Grey?
it is the smallest and sweetest poem I’ve ever heard. i love grey skies. by the way which tea? earl grey? 🙂 You have earned my follow! See you around.