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?