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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