As I sit on my desk,
white paper and black pen in hand,
I hear the raven crow.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I begin bleeding onto the page,
black ink adorning the white page,
my emotions finding a home
in a once blank page.
......
As I sit on my desk,
white paper and black pen in hand,
I hear the raven crow.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I begin bleeding onto the page,
black ink adorning the white page,
my emotions finding a home
in a once blank page.
......