#1741-Crows
07/05/2022
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Through obscurity it descends.
Flowing freely in the old,
Yet icy cold.
Thoughts,
In a never-ending game, swirl.
Clarity with haziness, twirls.
Darkness descends.
Another day ends.
And drifting fog plays
With expecting eyes,
Hoping to see,
That which can’t be seen.
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