|5||listening for the|
|8||quiet noises in the darkness,|
|13||ghostly images flying between the tall pine trees,|
|21||illusion created by the mind, made by shadows, the brain playing tricks on itself.|
|34||It sits there, the raven, black as night, looking at me with its dark eyes in the dark night. |
Inspiration comes. Words form in my head. Evermore.
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