One morning
I'd like to go outside early
And watch the birds
Dance their complex and beautiful patterns
In the cold, frigid airI have seen so much of the night
I have watched the stars twinkle and play
I have heard the mighty owls fight beak and claw
But I have never seen a sunrise
And never watched those small agile sparrows and swallows and tits play and sing
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THOUGHTS OF A DYING (person?) [COMPLETED]
Puisi"•It is the most human thing in the world To come to terms with one's own mortality •" This isn't a collection it's just a constant stream of consciousness from june-september 2017 A book of how I think in the blood stained battle ground after...