shadows rise.
On the stroke of nine ,
The crow calls,
Soundtrack of sorrow through the skies,
A lonely call into the unknown,
Searching for a reply,
As light amongst the shadows rise,
Sky opening like fire,
Crow harrowing desire,
Calling out in legacy,
All alone he stands,
Searching long and hard across many lands,
As time ticks on,
Granules of sands falling within times glass,
A song of remembrance does pass,
A fight to find his belongings,
In a world surrounded in dust,
As daylights fight against the night,
This sorrowing bird takes fight,
Into the darkness,
And out of sight,
The echoing sadness in the breeze, amits the silence of the trees,
The words,
i wish you well,
I wish you well,
Takes ease upon my soul.
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Hi Nardine, I love the great rhythm and timing in this....it's hard to maintain in a longer poem and you have done such a great job with this............it reads so well...... the last 2 lines got me; "I wish you well
takes ease upon my soul."..................I loved it.......tony
Thank you dearest Tony, haha you can thank the beautiful crow who visited me this morning as the sun began to rise, inspired me so well, love to you sweetheart xx Nardine xx
Dear nardine sanderson,
Lovely, amazing, My love My five stars,
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you sir Williamsji, love and deepest appreciation to you sir, much love Nardine Sanderson xx
Subjective tone,..."This sorrowing bird takes fight, Into the darkness, And out of sight,...", very sweet...,Ravindra Kumar
Than you, much love to you Ravindra, xoxo