I am… I am but the star dust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

Robin Redbreast

Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren Since o'er shady groves they hover. And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2014~

Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren
Since o’er shady groves they hover.
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2014~

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