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When sleep eludes me, What can I do? When wounds won't bleed, And those truths which I thought I knew, About myself, are no longer me; How does this crow fly in a sky which is no longer blue?
The rooster's crow warns me that dawn has comeMy sleepy eyes resist my need to riseI blindly reach for her but she is goneThen hear a sound that much to my surpriseReveals she hasn't left but still is near
There once was a wise crow it said “I carry the world upon my head” though it’s fate was to end up dead, the world will bloom where it will tread.
There's a monster in my closet, He tells me how I'll die, He tells me when I'll go, When I'll say goodbye, Oh this monster in my closet, Hears a tap on my window, There's a crow waiting,
I am a bird I am free to fly wherever I want But I choose to stay in my nest There are people out there who's job is to hunt But my nest is the best and I choose not to stray I love my nest
The black bird hiddenA crow, dark as nightAmong the willow branchesCascading to the groundA song so mournfulFlat and broken, a puzzleIncomplete.
How beautiful the crow is as he sits up in the tree, ruffling up his feathers while staring down at me. His gaze is unfaltering and at me he continues to stare, I can see what he has endured and the pain he can bare.
Hello, hello Mr. Crow I wonder why you fly so low? To instill fear, or to enchant? To feast on some precarious ant? You land on hills and slopes and branches Causing insect avalanches,
Black Darker than night Cold Cruel Soaring out of sight Unafraid Piercing me with your steady gaze Krahe… Crow