Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Delicate Feather







A delicate feather floats through the air
It’s will and it’s soul are left wholly bare.
It rises above, where no harm is bound,
Softly, it lands when true love is found.
Yes, but a delicate feather is she
Only now, can she finally be free.

by Tina 4/24/05

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