In the Language of Birds
A story of flight with a slight bittersweet feel
Poetry
26 posts
And so concluded the last sunset on Earth.
During the last sunset on Earth, my brother & I play checkers. Not chess, because he took classes while I never did, & that made it uninteresting for the both of us.
Jack of all frost
"July is a synonym for misery- so shall I compare thee to a winter's night instead?"
Patroclus— take off the armor, it's not yours
a breath like rose petals on untouched water: Achilles