Crows are circling above.
Autumn. The sky is grey.
It’s cold and rainy now,
But there’ll be sunny days.
Evening comes down and fog
Over the mountains rise.
And in your country — smog.
Memories. Blanket. Wine.
Miss you and can’t forget
Count all useless days.
Never. Please, never regret
Things of unconsciousness…
Crows are circling above,
Yelling and screaming at night
Loud: “aware of love”
God, don’t be cruel. Be kind.
Crows are circling above
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