Poetry

A crow, a cobbled cottage, and the quiet warmth of an autumn afternoon.

A crow, a cobbled cottage, and the quiet warmth of an autumn afternoon.

Sorrow of Freedom, not of Survival.

Sorrow of Freedom, not of Survival.

But what I see is Resilience.

But what I see is Resilience.

Oh, how I will linger a little longer.

Oh, how I will linger a little longer.

Awesome isn’t perfect.

Awesome isn’t perfect.