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  • A white luminescent feather

    Love is a feather

    A father never leaves us…
    A presence
    A promise

    My father used to say
    Give people a feather
    And they fly…

    And since he left us
    Small feathers all around
    In all shapes

    And white
    So white
    And luminescent

    And tears on my cheeks
    And feathers like wings
    Carrying me

    My father
    So long gone
    And yet, so present

    A white luminescent feather

    A white luminescent feather

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