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Poetry An Ancient Scholar of New Age Writings

Published in London 2007

Th’ Ravens Cry…’

Th’ Raven flies without spread wings…

You can catch him’ if you can see,’
Where he has flown to’
Within your own heart…’

For you’
And only you’
Can call him back’
From outback’
And beyond your hearts calling…’

He flies where he knows not,’
For he has lost his way from his true love…’

As he sees,’
His reflections in th’ clear pool’
He sees himself reflecting,’
And wonders if his true love is’
Is near his dreaming…’

For th’ light that touches’
Upon his brow ’tis, th’ same that touches’,
His ones true love,’

Th’ one that he can truly see,’
Within his own reflection’,
In th’ clear pool of light…’

Author Juraj Kascak