Two crows alight on a street lamp
So still, even with wings spread,
If it wasn’t for their laughter, i might think they were cast iron.
.
Sometimes the signs to forge ahead so obvious,
How can we miss them.
Two crows alight on a street lamp
So still, even with wings spread,
If it wasn’t for their laughter, i might think they were cast iron.
.
Sometimes the signs to forge ahead so obvious,
How can we miss them.