User:Konish

Today I stared at the eyes of a crow -- Those sly black beads that obscure their soul's show. In times of merry, the bird seems to smile, But then it may cry in times unworthwhile. The beads reflect what lays dormant inside; They are what you make, like the meaning of life. If life asks a question that you cannot know, You may find a friend in the eyes of a crow.