Crow
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1 min readOct 15, 2018
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Black and white,
Death and life,
Blood swells against the snow.
Ice and warmth mingle.
Midst Winter’s chill the Crow.
A mantle of white surrounds its form.
Triptych of death, all blood and feathers, still — stretched to the wind.
As if, yearning to fly.
As it, has flown and
Perhaps, yet does.
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(October, 2018)
