I am a feather, loose.
Floating downward, spiralling.
Gently riding the breeze.
Through the clear.
Through the clouds.
Over land and water.
I am time.
Passing through yet standing still.
I am joy.
Light reflected upon a water’s ripple.
A fading echo.
A jubilant smile.
A thought.
Of days gone by; of days to come.
Inspiration.
Memory.
I am a feather, loose.
And this is the journey I embrace.


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