Crow Girl
I`m sick of feeling
All this empty space around
Echoes of a gentle memory
Make no sound
A merciless wind is knocking
At my door
As a fetus I lay naked
On the floor
All her black feathers are falling
No more…
Maravilloso
fabulous drama and darkness. well done!
You have a great sense of Theater. Do I hear a show coming?
j'adore