Of feathers and flesh.
She walks where whispers grow like weeds,
she stands beneath her crow’s unblinking eye-
forgetting the world around her, she lets herself bleed,
in the good company of the above majestic sky.
Silence hums; her shadows speak-
listen, listen to what they say.
Dismay-
In the quiet chambers of her soul, love leaks-
Like melted wax going down on her cheeks.
It burns; it cools then hardens and thins,
where grief was, now a sliver of warmth has moved in.
~L7~ 29.10.2025
Of feathers and flesh.
She walks where whispers grow like weeds,
she stands beneath her crow’s unblinking eye-
forgetting the world around her, she lets herself bleed,
in the good company of the above majestic sky.
Silence hums; her shadows speak-
listen, listen to what they say.
Dismay-
In the quiet chambers of her soul, love leaks-
Like melted wax going down on her cheeks.
It burns; it cools then hardens and thins,
where grief was, now a sliver of warmth has moved in.
~L7~ 29.10.2025