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A crow sits staring
Mocking my pain in silence
Leaving me flightless
Bound to black
Only for a haze of time
The moonlight called to be kissed by words unspoken
To be reborn in a risky dream
Vividly yearning
Purely
Drifting feathers mold the substance of tension
Awakening peace in the measure of alluring
Solemn tones of white reshape the face of solitude and reasoning
Hands no longer trembling
Embracing doves
I begin to soar
Touch me not....
Mocking my pain in silence
Leaving me flightless
Bound to black
Only for a haze of time
The moonlight called to be kissed by words unspoken
To be reborn in a risky dream
Vividly yearning
Purely
Drifting feathers mold the substance of tension
Awakening peace in the measure of alluring
Solemn tones of white reshape the face of solitude and reasoning
Hands no longer trembling
Embracing doves
I begin to soar
Touch me not....