Sweeter Is Sweeter

One American yellow golden rose able to sniff away smoothly, on the edges of the road-track street cement tar, driving an air conditioner car right into the inglorious nose, evergreen grass even more texture and moisturized field of life, ultimate food from grilling expert to give the smoke, one fine firepit only at night rises up and easy, letting the hiccup flame spark throughout the entirely upright sky, roasting those incoming marshmallows with a chocolate bar, and honey made gram-cracker together, one handful treat, hear a brilliant band able to blend and expend sound effectively back round uploaded music, it is sweeter is sweeter, when you see an outside Shakespeare productions, dwell the moment to tell an indulgent story, sweeter is sweeter season 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

1-9-21