"the feathering"

 

"the feathering"

 

A feather falls where silence weeps,  

In sky-stitched robes the secret keeps.  

Vael rose through shimmer and thin-breathed height—  

Yet truth was heavy and clipped his flight.  

Now in twilight, the wind hums low,  

Of wings once bright, and lessons slow.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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