Bride Of The Wind
Read 'Bride Of The Wind' by 'Barry Tebb' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Bride Of The Wind by Barry Tebb
for Brenda
Both had come with no gardener but the soul;
I had myself expressed them in weariness,
Like the last drop of milk from your tired breast.
The red rose was no rose for me.
My black rose shone in a silver dawn
In the throat of the wind.
On the tongue of the wind
I taste your spirit;
I will bear you on my toes
To the roof of the world.
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