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black crows fly
flock to the moon
and pick its fields clean
i sit and watch the harvest
as if in a dream
its face is barely visible
its light torn from its eyes
i sit here a'weeping
as it sails the skies
o brave moon!
do not despair!
don't give them a thought!
they may pluck your lighted fields
but their work is all for naught!
later in the evening
i see you have not waned!
as for all the scavengers
not a one remains.
soulsurvivor
(C) 9/28/2015
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
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black crows fly
flock to the moon
and pick its fields clean
i sit and watch the harvest
as if in a dream
its face is barely visible
its light torn from its eyes
i sit here a'weeping
as it sails the skies
o brave moon!
do not despair!
don't give them a thought!
they may pluck your lighted fields
but their work is all for naught!
later in the evening
i see you have not waned!
as for all the scavengers
not a one remains.
soulsurvivor
(C) 9/28/2015
