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feathers





collecting feathers,

lost bits of you floating in view

lifted in the breeze

musky earth, weight against the air so light

long on a fray moment

the seasons thin, as they do

so i took up my memories to spin

the woven murmurations

adorned my witch bells

with hallow fringed barbs

of blue and grey

each one is a spell

given so freely

a love song you have veined in my heart

a glass jar full of your gifts

cherished.








 
 
 

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