Thursday, October 10, 2013

like a feather.

in the palm of my hand
i wait for him
to come my way
with a breeze or
a stutter to shift the
blow me away.

landing soft to the earth
not a scratch
or sound
so gracefully falling
seamlessly, lightly
delicately, aimlessly
to touch the ground.

breathless is the still
of the wind
absence of your
gone for now
with a seasonal
sense of retreat

our soul finds it's

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