Becoming the Crow

Once we were as two dove,
Soaring through the skies.
Now we have lost love,
Becoming the crow who cries.

The vastness of the world,
Can overtake the mind.
Into which we were hurled,
We should have stayed behind.

Longer for passion to learn,
The feelings that do churn.
We flew into the furnace,
Our young yearnings did finally burn us.

So as the crow we now fly,
For our love has us separated.
Begging the other to hear our cry;
Forever alone, our sounds are resonated.

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