“Feathers” by Anonymous Feathers float and sink along to the rhythm of the wind. They are like thoughts, dreams, gentle and brief. Perhaps someday the wind will guide them to heaven. By Tzipporah Prottas|2020-09-16T19:44:36-04:00September 16th, 2020|Poetry|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterRedditLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrPinterestVkEmail Leave A CommentYou must be logged in to post a comment.
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