Wonderful piece by Daniel. Swoon~ 😀
Some call her wisdom, some call her earth, I am Pan, and I call her home!
Wendy senses shadows from each lonely boy’s needs, especially when battles of life is at his knees, and when that tattered head of hair has sunk to dark dirt below, Wendy sets her will to let the boy go into the woods. Wendy runs in ruins, her breast pointed forward till, to bring the last of sorrow, to best the captains kill. She is the dream of solders, the Vikings on the keel, to optimize their childhood, a man that is real. Wendy is the status that test cannot reveal, the psychosis of ancients, Olympus was not a hill, and there she is standing, her blazon smile so shrill, to bring this Pan to ever land, the clock is standing still.
Summer over played, good form we end each day, and every tunnel, every…
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