Crow's feathers fall on a cloudy day.
They met uncertainly in the evening light.
After all this time, is there nothing left to say?
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The younger's anger shook the way
The shoulders of a sick person might.
Crow's feathers fall on a cloudy day.
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The older's slow and hidden decay
Brought whispers to his murky sight.
After all this time is there nothing left to say?
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He remembered how they used to play,
Chasing in the woods till the dawn of night.
Crow's feathers fall on a cloudy day.
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At last the silence began to fray,
Legends and lightning turned evening white,
After all this time is there nothing left to say?
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The younger's black hair in disarray,
He stares down at his brother's lost height.
Crow's feathers fall on a cloudy day,
After all this time is there nothing left to say?