Feldown sat, squatted, perched within valley. There Feldown had it's luscious temperate environment forge itself towards a swamp nation, as if nature herself manipulated fate to defend her lands from ...
Deep in the forest of longing, there was an angry man. He had stubbed his toe and was cursing inwardly and quite profusely. Unfortunately he held his freshly cut and bloody toe. A birds nest had been ...
This is the first poem I dreamed when I woke up to the same shoes. Everywhere, I was on a bus and the fact that everyone wears two shoes on two feet. Well, the fact completely evaded me at the time bu...