Sunday, November 20, 2016

A Feather in My Notebook

A feather in the pages
Brings memories of old,
Kind that never ages,
Tucked away from the cold,
Preserved in my notebook,
Though not in where I look
Bringing back good side of you,
O how we used to sing
Of love songs and dreams true,
How our own dreams bring
These endless memories,
Beyond all of these freeze.
In a land with sunshine,
Beautiful clouds that line,
And a blue sky so fine.
All that is left of us
Is a gentle feather
Of a light bird that was
Living with the weather.
Like love in you and me,
Feathers remain so free.
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