on a path with no beginning or end,
i walk the winding road.
my scenery unrecognizable,
beyond a black bird who crowed.
his call was loud and distinct and plain,
giving a sound that filled me with fear,
however, despite my inner turmoil,
i lent the bird my ear.
what the bird said that day
gave me a feeling so new,
that i began sprinting down the path
'til the end was in my rear view
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
on a path with no beginning or end,
i walk the winding road.
my scenery unrecognizable,
beyond a black bird who crowed.
his call was loud and distinct and plain,
giving a sound that filled me with fear,
however, despite my inner turmoil,
i lent the bird my ear.
what the bird said that day
gave me a feeling so new,
that i began sprinting down the path
'til the end was in my rear view
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