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We see so much that is strange.
Moonshine and brief lightning
flash across fish and algae in the river.
Birds on the banks land and leave,
transporting mud and twigs.
The air is fresh.
Birth, growth and death
orbit around us.
Read the author's “Crow”
We see so much that is strange.
Moonshine and brief lightning
flash across fish and algae in the river.
Birds on the banks land and leave,
transporting mud and twigs.
The air is fresh.
Birth, growth and death
orbit around us.
Read the author's “Crow”
