DEATH Poem: A Raven, by Yuval Gila’d

I saw the last minutes
Of a raven
saying farewell
to a beautiful world
neither good nor evil.
A raven curled up
in the days he had seen
His body was already cold
but his eyes clang
to a bird’s flight
before he spread his wings
one last time
and his head
fell to the ground

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