Crow Field

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)
  • Zach Levitan

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Crow Field

The stretched, black field ahead.
The angles subject to
the never ending gusts of wind.

The crows, like the lost man
flew at unmeasurable speeds
through the ebony sky.

Without emotion,
the man does not resist the
swarm of cawing crows.

The lost eternity,
in the shape of a field
is a path for the extinct.

The crows’ brunette, spread wings
defy the endless wind.

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incredible....thumbs up!

Thanks a lot!