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Paul Rousseau
Poems
May 2012
The Crow (A love Story)
Away from the sun
Pale gets warmer
Never number one
Ashes get colder
And the Myans predicted
Only time will tell
Just swimming in my personal hell
We're all sitting ducks
Please hold me tight
Though the night
I’m a crow perched on
A telephone pole
Just waiting for the worms
Lightning comes
I am numb
On the road
Misunderstood
The dove sought after
A change for good
A chance shot at her
Fly with the crow
I want to yell
Swimming in my personal hell
Studying the nest
Bulimic rests
In the throat
And the eagle
Iconic white
If only his mind was right
He’d know that his dove
Has fallen in love
With a crow
Time heals wounds
But it also kills slowly
The dove’s heart grew
Yet blood stopped pumping
Pain felt the crow
As the bells tolled
Swimming in his personal hell
All life aside
He dove through the lake
Drowned and died
Drifting away
No longer felt pain
Free to escape
See the dove again
And the clear water
Drew a surprise
As the tears swept softy from my eyes
There laid the dove
Sent from above
Waiting for me
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Written by
Paul Rousseau
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