In which four feet wander, two are lost, and in the air the call of a mother coming home.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
CROWLAND
Poesia"Oh, how she had longed to stretch her wings and soar amongst the clouds once more, not a sound to be heard but the roar of savage wind against her skull." This is an original fantasy epic (a really long poem) revolving around a previously caged and...
PART TWO
In which four feet wander, two are lost, and in the air the call of a mother coming home.
