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The death of the other she

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She had it each time she leads a fight

She felt it inside each time fighting the night

She held to it each time she had to exclude her feelings

She had to let it go and do differently her dealings.

 

There was a white and a brown wolf inside her since long ago,

Although a white one seems friendly, he showed himself as a foe

And a brown wolf is nothing less than the white one seemed he was

A brown wolf seems bad, but he follows the nature’s laws.

 

The white one calmed her, but the other was making her alive

She had to give up one, she wanted the battle to survive

And white is a colour such women never wear

Darkness and bitterness are things such women inside bare.

 

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My artwork – a poem of the day! Thank you!

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My poem chosen for a poem of the day!/

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A poem of the day – thank you for choosing me!

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The Raven undone

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As a poet once upon a time was speaking

For a Raven in the night young woman now went seeking.

“I am sorry Master, for me stealing your words”, she said

“I am only locked up in verses, I see only Ravens, I am almost dead”.

A Raven seemed to have always been here

Just as she had already smelled, just as nothing else was clear.

And as the midnight moment was approaching

An inside force her broken heart started coaching.

Raven never came that night, but she did not consider it weird

Raven never came again, since she already no more feared.

A view in the night sky was only enough to hear

Dead moonlight and a shadow were only enough for her ear.

She knew a Raven for a poet is only fiction

She said “I would rather stick to my own addiction”.

A Raven knows to say only Nevermore

She said I can’t stay by this window, I need to go out through the door.

She hated the Raven never, and she will not

But a Raven was in her story a necessary plot.

The Raven of hers was in another form already

The Raven of hers was her prison each day, each moment steady.

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