The Rooks: A Poem
I walked through cold, ear-drumming air, Up to the fell then down to the trees, Where contemplation was thieved By a cacophony of caws. The…
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I walked through cold, ear-drumming air, Up to the fell then down to the trees, Where contemplation was thieved By a cacophony of caws. The…
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