Monday, April 9, 2012

Morning

The morning came and it was bright
So very fast like a blinding light

I forgot that I was asleep
Or in shadows, I wept? Weep.

Until this black crow it creep
In my right side, on the wire

But why did it didn't speak?
I asked him how, why not so?

He didn't talk he didn't say
My name is black it's my way....

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