Stoning the ravens
lest they steal her dreams
she casts her spirit to the wind
A beautiful melody of untruths
rises up into the sky
amidst the echoes of
cursing ravens
and raining stones
Spreading her wings
rising above her dreams
she picks her lovers
like luscious fruits
to silence the hunger
to feed her heart
with feral fantasies
© Rose
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