Crow - Poem by Cece Dev
as power goes
you shall be the one
to punctuate the clean, white snow
on a stormy night.
Ink does on paper, a familiar job.
as weight goes
you have an unheavy load
you carry thee
as you fly away.
the time goes
it's irrelevant when in the sky
soar up there, through the air
a token of surprise.
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