the crow flew off
the crow on the wall flew off the crow on the tall wall flew off the crow on the tall wall cawed and flew off the crow on the tall wall cawed once and flew off
i was watching the crow on the tall wall i was watching the crow on the tall wall through the window
i was watching the crow on the tall wall through the closed window i was watching the crow on the tall wall through the closed window for a long time
the crow flew off the crow on the tall wall flew off the crow on the tall wall flew off to continue its journey the crow on the tall wall flew off to continue its long journey
i think... a journey is never short i think... a journey has no beginning nor an end i think... a journey is longer than life
i think of the crow and the next wall i think of the wall and the next crow
i get up and open the window
the tall wall looks shorter
the pebble sinks down into the pond never seeing the ripples on the surface of water
she tattoos some tears on her cheeks paints some bleeding wounds on her hands attaches a few feathers onto her hat and when i laugh she gets mad
shortcuts make the path longer
shadows on the wall a windless afternoon the path runs through his eyes
water always leaves haughty heights
to embrace lowly lands
craving hands that clutch feeble wings that take flight a feather-covered path that winds and winds
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4 comments:
Seriously beautiful.
Beautifully serious.
Crow observes observer observing crow.
this crow too loves observing crows... we are here in this world to watch...
seriously!
just when we watch, the secrets are revealed... you know that, my crow friend... that's why you observe...
;)
The only way back up is as clouds. Really enjoying this piece! thanks for it, you guys.
PG
what a beautiful sentence!
yes as clouds...
thanks a lot!
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