In a world of beauty, where doves gracefully soar,
A raven stands alone, an outcast forevermore.
Its feathers dark as night, its heart heavy with pain,
Rejected by the doves, it knows only disdain.
Among the gentle doves, it longs to find its place,
But they shun its presence, never showing a trace
Of kindness or acceptance towards this lonely bird,
Leaving the raven's spirit broken and unheard.
With each passing day, the raven's sorrow grows,
Its wings weighed down by sadness that nobody knows.
Yet in its darkness shines a beauty so rare,
A soul misunderstood in a world unfair.
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Poetry collection
Poetrycollection of some of my original poems dark, deep, joy filled, sorrowful and so on hope you enjoy.
