“Lark of memoryit is your blood that is flowingand not mineLark of memoryI have tightened my fistLark of memorydead bird of mistyou should not have cometo eat from my handthe grains of oblivion.”
“With coarse grain to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow: I still have joy in the midst of these things”
“There’s a beauty in birds on the wing,That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creaturesLong for flight, but the larks above the battlefieldAre silenced by the sounds of war.I have watched birds out at sea,Catching the wind,And longed to follow them,To some safe place far from here.”
“I'm allergic to fingers, so I have to eat pizza with my feet. You should see me eat on the run.”
“The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.”
“The “what ifs” and “should haves” will eat your brain.”