slowly dancing from on high
going deep inside my soul
this feather weighted like a stone
abandoned in the early stage
when as a storm it silently raged
left to wade through on my own
the soil cracked and dry as bone
I dam all that remains inside
waiting for a feather to once more glide
transfusion fresh, a cleansing breath
always starting over again
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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