Your whisper cannot ride the louder wind...
Your frown becomes the night,
The owl, high and hidden delights in song
And does not meet your broken eyes.
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Masiela i wanna thank u it's good expression it's real sensation u r so great writer
Surely this is a ten. I love the way you intermix the description of human sorrow against the backdropp of the Life of the pulsating natural world.
A hauntingly beautiful piece, drenched with sorrow