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A brisk wind pulls the rosemary branches Too hard. A crow so dark it finds itself blue Sings a taunting melody. Nothing ever sings back. Snow falls, each one showing the world Something new. The ground fosters dead things And waits for rebirth. A girl in a yellow puffer coat Walks by a fallen bird's nest, she doesn't notice The boy with the dark hood following A step too close. If only the sky Weren't so gray. The rotting aspen seems To tilt, putting the world on an axis. Silence Is met with wandering hands as the snow Pulls all the ambiance into mudded soil. Only the scuffle of footprints is left to tell The story of that coldness. A crow so dark it finds itself blue Sings a reassuring melody. Nothing ever sings back.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
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A brisk wind pulls the rosemary branches Too hard. A crow so dark it finds itself blue Sings a taunting melody. Nothing ever sings back. Snow falls, each one showing the world Something new. The ground fosters dead things And waits for rebirth. A girl in a yellow puffer coat Walks by a fallen bird's nest, she doesn't notice The boy with the dark hood following A step too close. If only the sky Weren't so gray. The rotting aspen seems To tilt, putting the world on an axis. Silence Is met with wandering hands as the snow Pulls all the ambiance into mudded soil. Only the scuffle of footprints is left to tell The story of that coldness. A crow so dark it finds itself blue Sings a reassuring melody. Nothing ever sings back.
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onejshy
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
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