my story _~crow

Hello friends
I am publishing the short story I wrote today.
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I am like a crow that flies in the sky every day every night. He is tired of his flight and wants a place to rest. But wherever he sits, people throw stones at him. Because they don't like crows. I wish the crow were at least white.
It's raining and I'll fly again
It's snowing, I'll fly again
How tired I am. Where is my nest? where is the