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The rain never stops

so we pray to crows

By HufflecupPublished 2 months ago 1 min read

The rain never stops

we drowned in mud

the crows pick at cold flesh

home to an absent sun

lightning nips at our heels

thunder laughing in the dark

pitied by the weeping winds

an eternal life of sorrowful songs

the cackling crows guide the way

feathers never get lost in the storm

when the gale breaks

the world breaths easier

might just make it to dawn

sleep among the rising flood

under the shade of ominous clouds

a murder of crows heralds the end

Stream of Consciousnessnature poetryFree Verse

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I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.

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  • Manisha Dhalani2 months ago

    Nice one!

  • Oooo, I loved how dark this was! Fantastic poem!

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