Crosis
From: Old Stuff
Crosis
The Skies are full of Intelligence. It passes, in a swarm, Overhead.
It watches You. With, a flock of eyes, from The Trees.
Thought lifts You: soaring on The Wing.
From: Old Stuff
The Skies are full of Intelligence. It passes, in a swarm, Overhead.
It watches You. With, a flock of eyes, from The Trees.
Thought lifts You: soaring on The Wing.