--the sound of wings .8

[society_failed]

And so it's off, out of my hands. It's a strange feeling to walk past my desk and miss the towering stack of papers--though now they can't escape, flutter under the desk, toward the window, miraculously reorder themselves. No, now it's properly collated and sitting in the University press office waiting to be bound. I never thought it'd be done

Comments

[steelfighter]

It's a very beautiful poem, at least from the perspective of a humble architect. We don't have any raptors in this area, all I've seen are pigeons and smaller birds. Back home, there were dozen that flew from their aeries in the mountains.

And your calligraphy is well done but it's not a surprise since its very similar to a kata from your martial. You can imagine that mine was choppy and not very artistic at all much to the dismay of my mother who did it professionally

((ooc : why I should always wait for my coffee to kick in before responding to things.... I read that as raptor.... dinosaur raptor and it was a very interesting imagine that way)