No one knows
Where the other crow goes
When it's on the other side of the tower.
Is it gone,
Flown away,
Free?
Or is it stuck there,
Just like you and me?
In a line with the other crows
Waiting for a chance
To fly over the next tower
And try again.
Maybe it isn't lonely.
Maybe it's just waiting for a friend
Who went to get some food.
"She'll come back soon again".
That's what they all say
When the second crow leaves.
Maybe they've left me
To be free in the trees.
But we'll never truly know
What's on the other side of the tower.
We can only hope
That it's not some eternal lone hour.
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Flowers in the Night
PoetryWell this is just a bunch of random poetry. Stuff might get slightly dark, but for the most part, it has a good message. It's kinda just whatever I think of. Feel free to read when you're bored or just want some stuff to think about.
