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The Flock of Ravens
Gone is the rustling of my leaves
and that warm, summer breeze -
for grief has been taking hold
of me ever since you went away.
Grief has been this flock of ravens
perching on my weary, bare branches
as I stand shivering
in the middle of this gloomy, wintry night.
© Pappo
and that warm, summer breeze -
for grief has been taking hold
of me ever since you went away.
Grief has been this flock of ravens
perching on my weary, bare branches
as I stand shivering
in the middle of this gloomy, wintry night.
© Pappo
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