Floating feathers
down to the ground
Colors of heaven
touch each strand
Fluffy soft chirp
gone in the wind
Will fly again
when the heavens
win
Angels hands
lift empty wings
Letting all go
brings back birdie
rainbows show
Shadows of yesterday
fluttering about
Singing from high above
feathers drift
float
to the
ground...
A contest entry
- Remnants of a Dead Bird by amaranthine lover.
750 points, ended November 14, 2008, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thanks for the nice piece!

