DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, listen to you when you speak or scream ;not me who said that:)
I wonder I ponder freedom bright
if what people read upon my sights
do they feel me in the ravens
because when I view others' dimes its a haven
even not poems on stones
novels have their power to sensate my bones
sour attachments I prize I pave
something to my heart to a sweetest cinnamon save
------ravenfeels