Soaring in an empty landscape I try to understand
As lonely as my feathers as I head to solid land
My claws touch solid branch and I am reminded
that not everything is pre-decided
© Andrew Watkins
Soaring in an empty landscape I try to understand
As lonely as my feathers as I head to solid land
My claws touch solid branch and I am reminded
that not everything is pre-decided
© Andrew Watkins
Material things get the better of us 