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Whatever metaphore
When all you hold are dust and ashes
the blackness of the ravens caw caw caw
echo of her silhouette against the sashes
bewitching; but how soon it passes
your bleeding heart is still so raw
without clipped wings away did soar
the fight of bridges burnt to fast
missing curves of her contours
that triangle it rang the bleak forecast
one side to many
where to find the metaphor ?
the blackness of the ravens caw caw caw
echo of her silhouette against the sashes
bewitching; but how soon it passes
your bleeding heart is still so raw
without clipped wings away did soar
the fight of bridges burnt to fast
missing curves of her contours
that triangle it rang the bleak forecast
one side to many
where to find the metaphor ?
Published 20th Aug 2020
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Anonymous
20th Aug 2020 10:53am
This piece is full of metaphors very cleverly written:)
