I am but a crow,
leaving little trinkets behind as I go.
A wisp of my hair, a speckle of glitter
reminders of me, sprinkled with litter.
A half finished beer, empty cigarette packs,
one lone sock stuck in the couch crack.
“My gifts to you”, I’ll say on my way,
as I dance out the door to play in the rain.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
I am but a crow,
leaving little trinkets behind as I go.
A wisp of my hair, a speckle of glitter
reminders of me, sprinkled with litter.
A half finished beer, empty cigarette packs,
one lone sock stuck in the couch crack.
“My gifts to you”, I’ll say on my way,
as I dance out the door to play in the rain.
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