An angels journey
idk, kinda dark
Silver running down her legs,
Drawing out a magnificent red,
Flowing down like a wonderful river,
Sending out chills and shivers,
Drawing pictures nobody will see,
Making marks under long sleeves,
Messed up thoughts and a lonely mind,
Turning tables and screaming behind,
Left alone by those she loves,
White is black theyre no longer doves,
But crows they became to help her get out,
And off she flew down her river route,
Flying is possible from high enough,
Nobody believes her but its not a bluff,
Fly she will from buildings so tall,
Watch her glide and then watch her fall,
Falling fast with heaven in sight,
Her journeys ending after her long needed flight,
At heaven shes arrived,
No longer a need to hide,
No more silver and no more red,
No more crying while shes in bed,
Shes resting at last,
For her journey was fast,
No more trouble,Â
Its all in the past
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Abstract but came together in the end! Love these linesÂ
Fly she will from buildings so tall,
Watch her glide and then watch her fall,
Falling fast with heaven in sight,
Her journeys ending after her long-needed flight,
Very solid structure and verse that captivated me throughout your work. Peace and smiles Gray! This was awesome poetry. Also, I love Magic Bells work. Seems like you`re both fantastic poets ;)
I loved how you transformed the dove to a crow. Crows are believed to help carry the soul. Which I feel is so appropriate in this poem. A beautiful readÂ
GwenÂ
This is profoundly sad but so beautifully written x