The Omen's Flight
Where Wings Scatter the Dead's Secrets
By Rebecca A Hyde GonzalesPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by virginie Baisez on Unsplash
ravens wheel at dusk,
black feathers fall without sound—
secrets drift like ash
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Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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I like the imagery here— feathers secrets and ash. I can see it all swirling in the air. Good job