Wee Eyes to Scrutinize

Photo by Jeyelor Fundales

East will the sun rise, with a scurry of wee eyes—soaring the high skies, their purpose, likewise. Must the sun set in the West, shall the birds be blessed, with a nest to rest their heads? For the lands once possessed by nature matured, no less, to a realm that mortals ingest.

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