When No One Moves
1 min readSep 12, 2020
Hear the flapping of a raven’s wings,
See the blue without the yellow,
Taste, without the bitter,
Smell a lost childhood,
Feel the earth shift,
This, our home.
Stay.
Hear the flapping of a raven’s wings,
See the blue without the yellow,
Taste, without the bitter,
Smell a lost childhood,
Feel the earth shift,
This, our home.
Stay.