She gave me a
feather, saying,
When it left my
breast, it was not sore,
It´s shedding,
meant it´s needed no more,
Wear it in an
earring, from your pretty ear,
So you may fly
far beyond your sad wept tear.
She gave me a feather,
saying,
When the wind whispered
to my tail feathers,
It dropped this plume,
upon midnight heathers,
Take it to waft the
dust, from your sad old being,
So far horizons shall
be ever, within your seeing.
She gave me a feather,
saying,
When the sun waltzed
away with Autumnal moons,
It tempted this quill
away, with sweet gentle tunes,
So please take it
my friend, & write poetry of love,
So saddened lovers
shall look always up & above.
She gave me a feather,
saying,
When the seasons turn
& I´ve finished with nesting,
It is then time to
fly & put a quiet end to my resting,
Please take this feather;
it is not a sign of my dying,
So your dreams, you´ll
never stop from their flying.
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