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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