Buranko

1 seeing the seas he muttered to himself madness; the ravens bound him in his speech hears but doesn't see sees but doesn't comprehend senses are nothing but thrown stones ...

A group of crows is called a "murder". The origin of the term is believed to be related with the old folklore. Crows, as a symbol, represent in most cultures ...

My first ever LMS! I'll join as a Bard (writing poetry)

Rainbow in the rain And letters in a book. I Have flown on paper

dancing with the beat of a starlit sky; time stopped hearts halted, to watch.

In the cold of the night My mind wanders seamlessly; The dead of the day.

Haiku about me Living on the edge, falling between leaflets and scratching my ankle Second Haiku Lawyers of nature protect the environment from rebel people.

Imagining dreams; Resonating fingers on The table of grass.

Here we go ! The poet needs a lot of help I tried catching a dream but with it slipping through the cracks of my fingers like sand, it proved ...

this; poem as light as morning dew, tight lipped, eyes shut, giving it all for the Light

I booked some memories in my notes; this job was for the toothfairy and her minions, not me

the frost withers under gentle touches. of little horses smiles of april burn the milky winter light good morning sun !

I never noticed The green shadows of sunlight Which has yet to grow

Finally, April is here

So the fault is mine This decision, unleashed from The infernal depths