Feathers

Wake up lost,

wrenched into life

out of a reverie

of sun's rays

and green grass.

Laughter in the garden

Bare feet,

Rich soil

Colors, colors.

Breeze carries

scents so sweet

like words

from honey lips,

spoken softly.

Feather in hand

I let it go.

Let it fly,

Free above me

Wandering, but not lost.

As it came to rest

in your hands,

I awoke.

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