The Waradgery Tribe


Harried we were, and spent, broken and falling, ere as the cranes we went, crying and calling.

Summer shall see the bird backward returning; never shall there be heard those, who went yearning.

Emptied of us the land; ghostly our going;

fallen like spears the hand dropped in the throwing.

We are the lost who went, like the cranes, crying; hunted, lonely and spent broken and dying. ~ The Waradgery Tribe


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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