Face of time | Words Can Heal

Accidentally I saw today
Through the open balcony door
Rain drops trickling from the roof
On the shivering faded neem leaves
Streams of water, as white as milk
Pouring for hours from the grey skies
And then I noticed a strange sight
A pitch-black crow, sitting alone on rooftop
Completely soaked, yet staring in the void
As if seeing the face of time

- The Last Nomad 

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