He visits my window every morning
Proud, beautiful and bizarre
Rejected by others, alone
But gifted with extraordinary power
Marvellous wings
Shine in my darkness
Where the light
Makes me sick.
He soars with the wind
To fly in his loneliness
Innocent but meant to be alone
Till the end of his days
He appears in my window
And he looks into my soul
Fulfilling it with his power
And making me feel calm
When he flies away I know
He will be back
Forever connected
With the chain of similarities
Me and my white raven
MON'S CHAMBER OF THOUGHTS 
Great poem
sweet 🙂
Magnificent! A beautifully written piece.
I adore ravens, but I have never heard of a white raven. I must go look it up now. You have inspired me!
Powerful!
White Raven, interestinbg concept, like the unwritten suggestion that the colour has the bird shunned by it’s fellows. Has me thinking: male or female raven ??
Whoops, re-reading – it’s a male!
Dazzling work thank you for sharing your blessed beauty
Raven White Monika,
I’m following you.
RidicuRyder