the skies are blue no clouds in sight
for miles ands miles
i look up to the sky
something cathches my eye
it flys swift
it flys with grace
it flys with the color black
it flys as a riminder
that we fly alone when all is lost
than all of a sudden
one more
than two fly side by side
than another
now fly three
two at the flanks of the first
this raven wasnt alone
help wasnt far behind
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