There once was a man who wept,
on a river of his tears he slept,
while of rushing, falling rain he dreamt,
and his heart's beat at a quick pace was kept.
Away he drifted and far beyond was sent,
while within the land of dreams he was lent,
by a red tailed raven, a feather tall and bent,
which with as he woke, he rose, and high above he went.
Photo Credit- Josh Elan
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