twenty one black birds fly in a sentient sky over fields of ripening wheat where the path turns from view disappears written from van Gogh's painting of the same name, the last he painted before shooting himself.
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i like this.
You've made just mercedes' day now. It is a good poem. I like Van Gough. There is so much vibrancy in his work.
This says a lot in very few words... I like it very much.