And the Days Grow Shorter

The leaves whisper secrets.
The heart whispers longing.
The wind spins a merry dance,
telling the rook what the raven
said about his sister.
Black wings take furious flight,
dark against rumbling rainclouds.
The leaves hatch darker plots
on slippery tracks,
derailing the trains
of my thought.




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