As The Crow Flies Poems - Poems about As The Crow Flies

the universe was not built in straight lines ~ only humans cut corners By David Kavanagh...

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As the crow flies the pig sighs as the doughs rise the twig cries as the grass grows the freckle knows as the moss shows the heckle throws as the pig tries the child lies as the wig glows The tale grows...

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moist cinnamon bark infused fragrance levitates - monsoon descends time rice fields lie flooded draft windswept change into roots - rise to the challenge tea leaves take shelter swell burgeoning impatience - cusp spring’s prophesies seasons scent chances tease taste bud’s fluid advance - crow scares wet footing 22th May 2020...

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As the crow flies I died. No child under nipple. No child under bib. I died. Without ever having loved or been in love. I died as the crow flies. Straight and placid. I died. unmanned, in holster, uninhabited. I died coralled up in moments, to tangeled to give an inch. I died as the white birch tree lives. I died in...

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As The Crow Flies Staring past the curtain, At the vigilant crow upon the mast, The creature unaware of a presence, In a moment forever lost. Unflappable in its endeavour, A breather from its hunt, A distorted view of the world, Its cackle alerting its murder..... of its next tenacious stunt! Unperturbed by darkness, Its itinerary meticulous, movement, stealth like, As day gives way to darkness, A...

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