A crow flew to me, kept it’s distance
Such a proud creation
I saw it’s soul, envied it’s pride
But needed nothing it hadAn owl came to me, old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned it’s ways, envied it’s sense
But needed nothing it hadA dove came to me, had no fear
It rested on my arm
I touched it’s calm, envied it’s love
But needed nothing it hadA swan of white, she came to me
The lake mirrored her beauty sweet
I kissed her neck, adored her grace
But needed nothing she could give

books and literature
Weird Sisters
Well, this was a fairly unusual read for me in this period, I’m more in my sci-fi era, but good things come from good friends who gift you books you wouldn’t have bought: they usually help you discover something cool you didn’t know. What I






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