The darkness swoops down, unfurls its wings and roars.
Chest heavy with the ache only grief can name,
it sets sap to everything, forcing the moment
to solidify: amber for the night, amber for the dawn.
Granted silence at last, it hunkers into itself,
waiting for the deep gashes in its scales to heal.
Woww.. beautiful
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Loved your metaphor
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Thank you!
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Read this… something similar
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