The cold wind blows
Barren ground under grey sky
Brittle dead leaves fall from lifeless branches
The silent crow stares
This dark illusion
A warm breeze caresses
Awake
The sky is clear
The sun shines and the crow flies
The cold wind blows
Barren ground under grey sky
Brittle dead leaves fall from lifeless branches
The silent crow stares
This dark illusion
A warm breeze caresses
Awake
The sky is clear
The sun shines and the crow flies
Eagledove, that's beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing.💜
always like reading a good poem on here thanks for sharing.