Whistle while wandering

The crow never flies south He told me with a grin The spirit lives beyond The mortal coils of sin He tipped his cap slightly Aligning it rightly Ever so slightly Recalling a story he heard As the crow flies straight So is spoken word alight If ever there was never A dark and stormy... Continue Reading →


i took a ride on a boat across a winding moat winds whipping at my coat all we do is float supported by the water yes all we do is float we're clouds upon the skies ancient forming on the rise billowing forming on the lines we're made creating minds we all float on we... Continue Reading →

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