Unseen Places

I sing to you, beneath the pine trees’ breath,

A whisper hidden, though it still remains.

The raven shadows my long-lost friend,

Spreading his wings in the moon’s watchful gaze,

To unseen places, far beneath the rain.


By Jonna Kihlman

From: Sweden

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