Black Bird

Unspoken

I smile
as for I know tonight
the black raven shall sing the song of the moon's sweet bliss

In hopes of your eternal slumber
unknown by the surface of the earth
and the sun's soothing touch
of hope and prosperity.

  • Author: Unspoken (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2023 10:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Eugene S.
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  • Eugene S.

    Interesting. Solemn darkness, not hoped for. You seem to weave one narrative while portraying its opposite meaning.



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