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Ramdom thoughts in amber
A collection of impurities
The curare one not dormant
Taking wing, and eyes fever hot
I believe in omens
Will I die before I wake?
I must leave it up to deities
Eschew the harpies from my past
Seraphs come and seraphs go
And my dread of death will never last.
A collection of impurities
The curare one not dormant
Taking wing, and eyes fever hot
I believe in omens
Will I die before I wake?
I must leave it up to deities
Eschew the harpies from my past
Seraphs come and seraphs go
And my dread of death will never last.
Published 2nd Sep 2019
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2nd Sep 2019 2:08am
What is this amber you speak of? There are many colors, flavors and feelings of amber...here Ive had them all... Love this Crow. <3
2nd Sep 2019 3:00am
You will wake until you don't, so don't dread, you won't know if even when it happens
2nd Sep 2019 5:42am
Bravo Sir Crow! Mysterious piece not unlike death itself. Beginning with "Eschew" on is beautiful, classical verse. I hope you are in the mend my friend. 🙏🙂
4th Sep 2019 00:27am
4th Sep 2019 9:05pm
This is beautiful, despite the difficulty of the topic. The only guarantee in life is in fact death so I like how you chose to end it x
