A raven’s wings

Crushed under the sunset’s rush
And the moon is new
And the stars are asleep.
Drawing patterns with my fingers
Tasting the last of you that lingers
And my mind calls for you
And my heart can’t recall you.
Crushed under the sunrise’s rush
The sun burns me
The light hurts my eyes
I fly into the dark
On a raven’s wings.

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