LIFE GOES ONE:
You’re a teabag, forget it. Don’t just lie there oozing tea
on a cold white plate, leaving a stain. There’s a crack in the
clouds & it’s getting wider. A big white bird gliding over the
rooftops, wings out wide, facing into the wind.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
…if I was
A Twinings
Lady Grey…
Would u still
Speak 2 me
That way?*
Stormy petrel, fly by.
My big white bird going to glide to Mauritius soon and you will come with me 🙂