A White Raven

You pass through the prism of the Time,
Thy life is a segment of it.
Amid the dense woods, elder bushes and high pines
You constantly strive to exist.

Your feathers are odd among others –
They’re lucent and white, just like snow.
Their beauty surpasses that of eagles and hawks, when you hover
Amid the fluffy clouds of the celestial pond aglow.

A wand’rer eternal and dreamer,
You’ll always abide in Heaven,
And when the good hour of your clock of life strikes, you’ll ascend in your Glory forever,
You’ll shine in the darkness–the only white Raven.

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Fine poem. Excellent imagery. Rhythm and rhyme well executed


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