Entry 659

a quiet walk with cacophonous thoughts.
under old pines and over young blossoms.

wandering without time.
within prohibited places.


crows encroach upon thought bubbles.
screaming wild warnings.

descending wings speak clearly.

leave the forest.


crows gave you name.
a harsh sound.
a cruel curse.

following your future footsteps.
haunting&harrowing.

a brisk pace forever chased by jeering.

a single thought:
flight.

wander no longer.

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Charles.Lee.Poetry.

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