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The Birds Must Pity Us

As I make my song, I find it answered from below, And in peculiar ways I'd like to know, So down through the green and black, I fly, Twixt the shaded realms of time, Where ages have manifest, As strands and fur, Amidst my sweet pine friends, Until at the source I arrive, To find… Continue reading The Birds Must Pity Us

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Downpour

On the horizon, Comes a dream of a future, That may wash away the present, where, No matter how bright the day, I remain adamant for the dark; That could softly approach, Or around me manifest, With familiar cold hands, To smother the worries, Of a moment that was once the future, Upon the last… Continue reading Downpour