Can I spin gold from straw or straw from gold or good from bad or make promises and break them? I deal in snake oil and magic. Never give me your heart.
~ Windsong breeze Playing to the tune of migration Flight of the Arctic tern Pushing the boundaries For greater hemispheres Internal clocks sound a message though It is indeed time to go To wing forth in formation As they were designed to do Their wanderlust tempered By an annual returning ~