She smirked contentedly, for it was her potion of happiness. She smirked contentedly, for it was her potion of happiness.

No physical beauty will allow real peace to grow. No physical beauty will allow real peace to grow.

That shall keep you away from people who are really involved in survival. That shall keep you away from people who are really involved in survival.

People who show their wounds and grow like trees. People who show their wounds and grow like trees.

The poem defines fear as a natural activity. The poem defines fear as a natural activity.

Rolling eyes, Eyries in thick landscapes... Rolling eyes, Eyries in thick landscapes...