Jet Black
Put in a mass gravewith various shades of brown;
also known as raven
a bird of prey.
Fly
Away...
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Jet Black
Put in a mass graveA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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