Is it nature's uncanny call,
Or is it just a tribal thing,
Flocking all together
Are birds of a wing?
I find it hard for me to think
Nature makes a tribal call,
Bearing all birds as it could
Nature can nurture'em all.
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
In the wilderness of the green lush trees, Between the sea and the hills; Mighty Poseidon of the seas - Upon the dazzling beauty of Kerkyra...
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