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BUT A FEATHER
But a feather
floats in the air
ever eluding my grasp
but mesmerizing my vision.
I attempt to follow
the feather
floating and drifting
in the wind.
It constantly flutters close
and then flitters away;
grazing my fingers
but never allowing me
to grab it and pull in near.
It blows in the wind
toward an everlasting
eternity of dreams.
The feather slips
between my fingers again
as I am lost in this dream
of the gorgeous feather;
always reaching for me
but never quite grasping it.
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Way to go! Enjoying them - slc
that's the way it goes
that's the way it goes sometimes.