Sad crow

The crow

: she carries a song of distress to me

While I sing, she croaks.

I will leave her alone.

This persistent croaking will break the sky into tears

In someone's sorrow, I will be drenched

her tears mixed with the sky's will fall down my cheeks

I wont know how to continue to sing

This night is luminous

I can see her many friends sleep next to mine

The rivers have closed their doors

The hills have drawn their curtains

I am left alone, in this white night

with a sad crow

who will break the sky down

I should leave her alone.

Shringi

July 20, 2011

The crow might just be croaking happily, who knows

The sky might just open up with colors. Who knows.