Shadows move among them,
amorphous like the wind
whispering in tranquility,
and twittering in unison
a harmonious cry
among the dead and the dying.
Unmindful of the waxing and waning
of the moon
their carrion minds
dance effortlessly on a barbed fence
sepulchral vigilantes watching closed eyes
never to see the light of day again:
a crow's heart only knows
recluse of dark places.
Nice vision in the dark to understand the truth, thanks for sharing,10+
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Nice vision in the dark to understand the truth, thanks for sharing,10+