The breath in me is the exhalation of the she-raven.
I breathe out, she breathes in, we are one.
She takes to the sky, I scour the earth,
her death is my death, her birth my birth.
She opens her wings, I start to speak,
but there is silence as lips meet beak.
| Love is something.|
I appreciate the metaphor, it's really well written. Flows nicely and evenly and logically. For all the logic, there is ten times more undiscovered genius in the way you wrote the emotions.
I know it isn't all supposed to be gushing praise, but really this was so remarkable. :)
|| Posted on 2013-06-07 00:00:00 | by Carosuel | [ Reply to This ] |