Crows Poem by alireza asgari

Crows



Think of the crows
Black not being sinister
Who knows the white's goods?
We heard
Not touched
Crows cry every moment
Put them in my sepulcher

Cry for me
All the crows of the world

Die for me
All the scaremongers

Not black is sinister
He's alone
Like me
Like this black snowfall

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