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Calling Crows

September 28, 2023
By Kyrinn GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
Kyrinn GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
I wish I was me, whoever that is. - AJR, Inertia : The Maybe Man


The crows calling,

 carried like a feather on the wind.

The wind roaring,

Like the roar of a bright waterfall.

The lakes darkening, 

So black that even a light would feel invisible.

The cause, loneliness encroaching.

Cutting deep into subconscious, like a knife in cake

Leaves the wound festering, 

Nothing to fix or fill the void.

Nothing to stop the mental fighting,

Bringing greater grief, like crows in a mourning murder.



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