The more I think

All day and every day.
A gathering doom
rustling through the streets.
An echo without a voice.
Up above, a single magpie
stuck in time and place.
Still trying to soar continuously.
Pulling in the dead
leaves as they fall.
And still looking
for the joys of life
after all these years.

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