Wilted petals and languid days, 'twould be three but were it four the still would persist an hour more. The wind would sway all the same and birds would fly among the rays.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
The Bird's Song 