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*I watch the days
fly by
on multicolored wings,
each feather
a memory,
a moment in my life,
that will soon
be over
Dark colored feathers
are bad memories
Blue are sad
memories
Reds and yellows
are the good times,
there are many
of them
But there is one
that is brighter
than all others,
it glimmers gold
as the wind lifts
these wings,
higher and higher
towards my
final day
You see
my time is short
on this earth,
the hours are passing,
and I wonder
will I be able to
take my wings
when I go
For if not,
then I shall demand
that I take
one feather,
the golden one,
for it holds all
of my memories
of you
If I can only take one memory with me when I go, I want it to be my memories of you.