Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
Cry, Thou Mother? Cry, thou Mother—why dost thou weep? What sorrow bends thy noble brow? How came thy songs to mournful sighs,…
The Beautiful Things That Nature Provides May your happiness never be chained To treasures that glitter and fade; For if your joy…
Our Moral Failure before the People We Most Despise Life is a ledger of moments and men, Of crossings and echoes remembered…