Scarecrow Poem by Negar Gorji
Scarecrow
I am a scarecrow in an ice plain,
there is nothing except cold weather!
the storm stole my scarf,
and Ive had nothing for warming myself!
my crows left me,
and i miss them!
im tired and afraid of darkness!
if i sleep, i can see them in my dream,
but i will die by sleeping!
Good one here. Well, we can be faced wit our fears easily to defeat them. Your Imaginary here is excellent. the crow is a good object to be mixed with darkness. Well done.
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