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feather for a rose
it is now i feel the cradling of soft white hands
behind my back as if saying i can
and the scent of the breeze
whispers to the trees
"you look beautiful under the light post"
so do you, but i cannot say the words
all too soon i feel my heart rise
while it was still paralyzed
i move faintly from my worn spot
stomach unknit, love settled in my pockets
as i stood i pulled out a feather
which the tree gave me a rose in exchange
it's deepest glow came from the moon
which turned into the sun
and i watched as it grew
deeper than all eyes
softer than all hands
calmer than the night
it's hope numbering the sand
here i hold this rose, filled up to the brim
ill spill it over you and let it all begin
i want to whisper
"you look beautiful in the sun"
and give this rose to you
as night turns to day for us both
