Tender Splendour
Twas the Autumn of two thousand and nine
Landing in London, with my dearest best friends
Aside my side and John, joking about Sarah's wild hair
As Tristen enjoyed his drink Karistia, gazing out the window...
..."In`Progress." *
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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