A collection of crows—
a murder—
fights bravely for those
within her.
A grouping of geese—
a gaggle—
for the sake of its peace
charges into battle.
A junction of jays—
a band—
through seasons of change
will stand.
A heard of humans—
a family—
to love timeless as sand
will cleave.
The quiet meadow is his, cool and damp and cushioned, with trees to sleep against and moss along the rocks. Peculiar power has he over...
Simply write And write well All you see and do; Write with words Like magic spells That mesmerize and soothe. Bring forward sword And...
like dust before a flame my thoughts disintegrate what i had to say is singed smeared on the walls of my skull there is nothing now and...
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