You are a crow.
With black wings
Dark onyx iris'
You arrive and go as you
Please...save me.

Blade of Heaven's rain
Misfortune has left its mark
Dew sings songs of grief

The sun strokes my cheeks
The winds blows bird songs to me
Day of birth has come

Her hand brushed the rough edges

of the tips of taupe timber wood.

Burgeoning into barren branches

billowing briskly as the stump stood.



Brunswick green buds

engraved mini mints of mixtures.

Painting pages of profound poetry

reproducing rings of pretty pictures.



Recovering from her inventive imagination,

she released her hand and rotated around.

Shamrock slips of silvery shades

glimmered on the lime lagoon and gentle ground.

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I F E E L ******A D R I G H T N O W
Y O U D O N T S E E M A F F E C T E
D A T A L L A N D I W A N N A C R Y
A L L T H E T I M E W H Y D O E S I T
G E T                                                   O U T
Y O U              why the ****              A R E
T H E              didn't you stay           W O E
T R Y                  was I not                 I N G
T O H            worth your time          U R T
H U R                                                  T M E
A L W A Y S E N D U P T H I S W A Y W
I T H M E H O L D I N G T H B A G L I K
E A N I D I O T I A L W A Y S E N D U P
B E I N G T H E O N E W H O C A R E D