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Dark night,white spike thunder crash lightening flash. Silent scream violent dream. Lone walk small talk with crow flying low.
Harsh words are heard. She walks at her side a bird talks. Low cloud, shouts loud, she throws her head back, body slumps back slack.
No one there to care,she drags herself along the ground, not fair! Lash of rain,on the dark plain earth drinks time shrinks.Woman cries crow flies.
White skin all in. Blood runs off her chin. Tired eyes red rimmed , crow flies horizon skimmed. Sores high thought dark night her soul takes flight.
willowdot21 
Jul 09, 2012 @ 21:37:15
Tremendous! You words are moving and the picture is compelling.
Jul 09, 2012 @ 21:40:33
Thank you , I was trying to make the tip tap to catch the edginess of the woman’s paranoia and fear. I love the photo too! xxxx
Jul 09, 2012 @ 21:43:05
WOW and WOW again, willowdot–what a marvelous adaptation of the myraid ways in which Old Crow leads the soul!
Jul 10, 2012 @ 09:54:10
Yes he gets in every aspect of my work! 🙂 xxxxx 😉
Jul 10, 2012 @ 04:42:37
I really like reading it, but out loud and very fast is better for me
Jul 10, 2012 @ 09:52:53
Well spotted that is how I saw it, read in staccato like a machine gun, Rat tat rat tat or something like ! That’s how I heard it in my head glad you liked it.
Jul 10, 2012 @ 05:09:01
Image makes a powerful statement with your words! A delight to read!
Jul 10, 2012 @ 09:53:23
Thank you.
Jul 15, 2012 @ 13:26:25
to fly with crows, dark birds and lightening strikes the soul in your literary muse.
Jul 15, 2012 @ 13:28:19
Thank you , I would like to be a crow, or maybe a witch who owns a tame crow!