Witnessing
Witnessing
Silence in my room
The daylight shifts from
One place to another
Nothing so strange
As death the constant cawing
Of a crow
We at places calm as the sea
Each ebb of the tide
Against the shore
I start thinking
Life again.
Silence in my room
The daylight shifts from
One place to another
Nothing so strange
As death the constant cawing
Of a crow
We at places calm as the sea
Each ebb of the tide
Against the shore
I start thinking
Life again.