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little birds that flitter and fly across the blue plain. and i sit and pen my thoughts with this quill, seated on bedding made of goose feathers.
rhyming with weathered, my feathered friend, who has flown across many seas and vales, returns home, to her little ones, who are still to sprout just that – feathers.
i think i’m healing. sprouting wings. feathering.Posted By amulya On 09.25.2008 @ 2:09 am