Dark nights,
Shaky flights.
Where will we these wings guide me?
Strong wind,
Shaky flights.
How long will these senses guide me?
Full moon,
Shaky flights.
My eyes shall never guide me.
Bloody murder,
Casing crows.
These birds will never guide me.
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A Collection Of Short Poems
PoesíaSorry. I'm not very good at poetry, but I can try. Are you ready to here another bad poem, one more off key anthem?
