Dark Days

Not rising with the sun.
A time of gloom has begun nothing much to
look forward to,just a darken point of view.
As i step outside crows are aligned,
with cruel intentions they can not hide.

When i look around i sense shadows creeping,
and looking in the sky thunder clouds connecting.

BOOM!! I have awaken to see the beauty of the moon.

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