She followed the sun as best she could. She could feed 1000 souls and sometimes more. She was a bright mind who stood tall. She was a beauty beyond compare; She was a Sunflower.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Thursday, January 22, 2015
You're still nothing but a Crow
Fly away my little crow
Blackest wings and beady eyes you ever did see
Fly away my dove-like crow
pointed beak picking at my soul
Fly away my sing-song crow
Keen claws digging deep into my flesh
Fly away my evocative crow
Fly away into the night for I wish not to see anymore of your disguise.
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