The leaves have fallen
The time has passed
The crow has landed
without a blast.

It has the urge the words to say
the secret it’s guarding to give away

If only it wasn’t holding tightly
the Key of Time with its beak
This crow would love to speak…

And if it could say the words
the only words
you’ll ever need to hear
yesterdays would merge
with tomorrows, and
memories would disappear.

How would you like that, I wonder?


Tic tac – Photography by Caras Ionut

Alien, alienated. That's me.

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