01-31-2011, 08:04 PM
A black birds flock
Is circling above a city.
One after the other
They are flying away.
Each one with a piece
Of a dying day ...
A still-born night's
Arrival.
Is circling above a city.
One after the other
They are flying away.
Each one with a piece
Of a dying day ...
A still-born night's
Arrival.