Quote:
Originally Posted by bookthief
it's whispered by the wind that blows the leaves,
it's written on the barks of trees,
it's the reason you're skipping like stones,
it's true, you know,you love it so.
and when it's over and the wounds wilt the trees,
and feeling so intense it brings you down to your knees,
i'ts the reason you're sinking like stones,
we wonder why we love it so.
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I agree with Mysty with the clarity issue. Rachel, would you please explain what 'it' is?
Also, the first line in the second stanza...the
wounds wilt the trees...? I can tell you are trying to describe something that's clear in your mind but it's not coming across clearly here. I've bolded some suggestions above.
I'm looking forward to your explanation.
hugs,
Gail
