Why was his soul so colossal
That made a hard time on earth to contain the burden?
Why was his sound so shrill
That missed the ears he wished to safe-net?
Why was his look so distant
That out-reach the lines he tended to shelter?
Why was his cry so fervent
That missed the ones he would hit?
I yearn for crows
Shining black crows
Black dancing crows
Keenly awake crows
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2 comments:
Just reminds me of the phrase "shattered Dreams"
Exactly!
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