Dead Crow
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Continúa, Has publicado ago 09, 2020
This is a poem, in which I turned my experience of seeing a crow laying dead on wet street after a heavy rainfall,  into words, in memory of that crow.
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Where there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this monumental universe, there are only few things that could last. One of mine is words.