crows fly in circles
dark clouds line the evening
my coffee goes cold.
Sounds like an eerie night!
This reminds me of when I go off daydreaming and my tea gets cold, but it can be such a good feeling to get lost in one’s mind. Beautiful poem.
Check out my post on living fearlessly and let me know what you think 🙂
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