I think I'll just say it is about not giving up...
wounded, her wings broken,
but fear she won't show.
She struggle with pain to stand on her feet,
because Death's cold eyes
she'd like to meet.
He drops his scythe when the little crow stands
right there before him
with words and demands.
There's tears in her eyes, but for him she won't cry,
no pleasure for him there will be
when she die.
But Death is moved by the young crows spirit
and realise there's life losing meaning
if she's not in it.
He picks up the scythe and kneel for the crow
and tell he to stay,
back alone he will go...
Poetry by Bowjonozz
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Written on 2005-09-22 at 02:42
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The young crow
Death lingers while watching the crow,wounded, her wings broken,
but fear she won't show.
She struggle with pain to stand on her feet,
because Death's cold eyes
she'd like to meet.
He drops his scythe when the little crow stands
right there before him
with words and demands.
There's tears in her eyes, but for him she won't cry,
no pleasure for him there will be
when she die.
But Death is moved by the young crows spirit
and realise there's life losing meaning
if she's not in it.
He picks up the scythe and kneel for the crow
and tell he to stay,
back alone he will go...
Poetry by Bowjonozz
Read 895 times
Written on 2005-09-22 at 02:42
Tags Hope
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