A crow caws like the storming night it should be
next to a house with a sheet of ivy that suffocates it from it's former glory
the house looks abandoned and alone while the forest around it engulfs it with no struggle
the house except it's defeat because what is a house that isn't called a home
the crow calls the battle cry and the house disappears into the forest
no longer anything
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Little Phrases
Short StoryLittle thoughts I have in small phrases. Some are longer poems and some are super short. Not everything is mine so credits to the original author.
