Surrendered
Two ravens appear flying to the wooded point, the sound of their bark distinct from the call of crows. Geese honk in vigilance then quiet
May 30, 2021
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Two ravens appear flying to the wooded point, the sound of their bark distinct from the call of crows. Geese honk in vigilance then quiet
Three owls call from the wood, their hoots back and forth resonating in the forest. Pale light slants down through the trees, casting shadows of
In my time the turning of a page, the loss of courage and rush to escape. Within the failure charred remains of villages in the
Countless are the bones beneath our feet, each sacrifice of those who’ve gone before gifts to the newly born. They are present on moonlit nights,
Clouds settle down on the surface of the sea and blanket the tree tops. The wet drip of the forest drums on the cabin roof