A cool wind creeps, stalking beneath the door.
before the firsy early bird, could sing
a sort of sharpness in its' bite has my hair on tip toes
it creeps and it stalks,
and in the dead of dawn, it's the loudest song of them all.
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoesíaDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
