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Dec 2021
Eyes focused,
fascinated,
glimmering.
Fly?
Unsure
yet
compelled,
towar­d
unexplored
infinite skies
welcoming
in every moonlit
Stygian
feather.
Faraway lights
stop,
grow tinier,
more colorlessβ€”
gone.
Is this home?
The Crow
calls quietly
over constellations
winking furtivelyβ€”
two shadows dancing in chance dreams.
Havran
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Havran
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