Poetry

Weeping Crows

Above the gallows.


An empty square.
Footprints in the mud.
Not a soul in sight.
Dark clouds embracing the sky.

Peaceful silence.
Only the melody of the rain.
Dirt on the skin.
Slowly washed away.

Darkness rolling in.
Windows lighting up.
Weeping crows above the gallows.
The only ones to come.

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