Raven came, he came to me
most strange of times of times you see
I met my fate on a London street
a street my memory holds and keeps
I never saw the moment in hand
it passed like lightning
fell through like sand
I lost a lot that day, I did
yet Raven came to sit with me
now I ponder on past and think
how funny tis to learn such things
and as I stand to read these lines
I realize sometimes life’s unkind.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2026 04:55
- Comment from author about the poem: From my Raven collection
- Category: Reflection
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