What we are called, ash-feathered fliers,
Lead hearts with a spangle in, still alive
In name despite extinction of our fires;
What we are in body, remembering all.
Name
Pseudonymous Poetry
Pseudonymous Poetry
What we are called, ash-feathered fliers,
Lead hearts with a spangle in, still alive
In name despite extinction of our fires;
What we are in body, remembering all.
