I lost my smile and moved along
these feathers cannot tickle me
they only make me sad
knowing once they soared above
in search of one true love
these feathers I did come across
beyond the beaten path
black and white and gray like a ghost
commingling with rotting leaves
to pick them up and take them home
or let them fade where they will
I lost my smile and moved along
knowing later I’d retrace my steps
april two thousand sixteen
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