a tribute to a old friend


Crow Angel

surounded by a slihouete of a million crows.
dancing trough heavy storm clouds.
sinking towards the ground
fading off into the concrete.
dying in your absent mind

they were all my tears
and now I`ve become my own crow angel.



Poetry by Ace
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Written on 2006-01-17 at 10:08

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Natalie
Wow, really, wow :)
2006-01-18


Ace
yeah its suposed to be off, misspeling. sorry, thanks :)
2006-01-17


penfold18
Not sure if I understand this to well,( fading of, is that meant to be off? ) anyway don't let that put you off, welcome to the bay :-))
2006-01-17