For once, everything seems nice.
The crows that normally follow me around haven't been seen in days.
They used to creep around me eyeing me with obvious curiosity.
But now they're no longer in sight.
As if they're afraid of my happiness.
For once in my life, I can say that I am truly happy.
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PoetryThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
