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If a crow has visited you, something about your energy has attracted their interest. They see something in you that you don’t see in yourself. You may not have ever considered yourself a mystical or spiritual person, but surprize surprize. Everyone is a mystical and spiritual person because we are all mysteries of infinite depths. Crow sees something in you that is ready to emerge, even if that means it will disrupt your everyday regular routine. Will you answer the call? Crow Spiritual Meaning, Crow Meaning, Crow Facts, Crow Spirit Animal, Pet Raven, Raven Pictures, Crow Call, Backyard Birds Watching, Spirit Animal Meaning

If a crow has visited you, something about your energy has attracted their interest. They see something in you that you don’t see in yourself. You may not have ever considered yourself a mystical or spiritual person, but surprize surprize. Everyone is a mystical and spiritual person because we are all mysteries of infinite depths. Crow sees something in you that is ready to emerge, even if that means it will disrupt your everyday regular routine. Will you answer the call?

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EACH CROW CALL In the thicket of thoughts, where shadows roost, Birds of silence take ominous flight. Each wingbeat heavy with the unsaid, Each crow call, a cry in the muted night. Upon the brow of the brooding man, A nest of turmoil, twigs of strife, His voice, a ghost in the labyrinth mind, Where stoic branches twist with life. Not a chirp nor a warble to break the dawn, Just a tangle of black against the grey, Where whispers of help are swallowed whole, In the prideful games that menfol... Crow Call, Diwali Wishes, Labyrinth, Tangled, Ghost

EACH CROW CALL In the thicket of thoughts, where shadows roost, Birds of silence take ominous flight. Each wingbeat heavy with the unsaid, Each crow call, a cry in the muted night. Upon the brow of the brooding man, A nest of turmoil, twigs of strife, His voice, a ghost in the labyrinth mind, Where stoic branches twist with life. Not a chirp nor a warble to break the dawn, Just a tangle of black against the grey, Where whispers of help are swallowed whole, In the prideful games that…

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