Literature, Poems, poetry, Writing

Crow #writephoto

#writephoto

The crows are crowded

And shrouded above where we can’t see

They are plotting our fate

And making us wait

for care we so desperately need.

The clouds have gathered

Ice flows melt

Dreams are shattered

Fate is dealt

We wait and hope that the slippery slope

Won’t take our feet from under

The crows fly high above the waste

The world fallen asunder.

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