For many years a crow has been spotted in the...
Awash in bitter spite, it makes its way between...

Love ain’t what it used to be,
and the air is thicker...

Late at night when all is still,
I sometimes hear a lively call...

How is it that leaves slip so easily?
What makes a tree want to let one go...

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Take...

Behind these walls strikes lightning;
space so calm, silence inviting...

Your light inspires.
The troubles you face...

There is a
Fine line...

There are pits
Deeper...

As the sun sets people scurry,
making their way...

The air in here is disgusting.
You have lived here for...

Have you ever
had the pleasure...