The Crow

 

 

 

In the aura of the crow she knows,
everything ~
why the robin sings, and if angels really fly,
why the moon is round,
and when you’re coming to town,
again
Sometimes I cry for no good reason,
as if I needed one
It may be the change of seasons,
or the parting of the sun,
with the answers to the questions in the cave,
to teach us winter’s lessons,
where darkness comes in waves

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