Blissful Feather
A Feather
A bliss at hand,
This feather mean.
Like sparkling sand
So pure within.
Then there’s a day
You have to let go.
It’ll serve as a way
To things long ago.
Gift so priceless
As if you were here.
A shard to caress
As if you were near.
This bliss at hand,
Such feather to keep.
This dream to end,
Reality too deep.
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