Kissing The Crow

Let me feel your hands,

Above those shores of absent heavens,

Sign of cross on my chest,

Helps me believing in my restSad crow standing on dead twigs

Whistling my funest hour by his wings,

Black bird shadow counting,

To lead me on my ending futureI'll be forever screaming your name,

My spells will bless your heart

I'll be forever screaming your nameEven if the clock keeps ticking

The sad poem of my last breathing

My soul is slowly fading,

Forever, I am failing

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