โThe birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leavesโฆโ
crossroads and thieves share a burning resemblance,
remembrance of all that have been subjected to part from the unprotected confinements of solitude,
alone in thought, mind, and spirit all i can do is call to you.
if trees can clean their branches of leaves,
and if birds can crow melodyโs that vulnerably weep,
why do i constantly su...