Caught in the billowing breeze,
Barefoot and finally at ease,
He swung.
Crows circling above,
Waiting for the trees to cease
their ardent orchestra
with the angry wind.
Pretty flowers
growing up
to meet
the hanging corpse.
Next word: SUNLIGHT
Barefoot and finally at ease,
He swung.
Crows circling above,
Waiting for the trees to cease
their ardent orchestra
with the angry wind.
Pretty flowers
growing up
to meet
the hanging corpse.
Next word: SUNLIGHT