Dark wings speckled yellow in carelessness,
Elegant flutters of tender webbing,
Soaring across a shallow lake,
Thousands flitting those careless wings in sync,
All migrating to a better land,
With rich promises and hardened relations.
~HoO_and_bands
8/19/15 3:58 PM
(Lmao I was supposed to write this like six weeks ago during Girl's Camp but I finally got around to actually putting it into words just now)
YOU ARE READING
Paralyzed
PoetryOkay, this started out as a thought book, turned into a rant book, and so far, it's become a thought book again. How many other changes will it go through, I don't know, nor do I care. This is sort of a public journal but not really because I hate t...
