Sorrow - Poem by Patti Masterman
Sorrow: the crows lament the darkness,
Black feathers shine, like burnished night.
Greyness calls, in sudden blindness;
An omen, that change has taken flight.
How grotesque, the shadows of evening,
A void that pantomimes reflect.
And lanterns of withered dreams and visions;
Even nightingales can't resurrect.
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