Slowly, a single white feather
on her cold, out-stretched palm, alighted.
She knew then... those thoughts
were of her surrender.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
Slowly, a single white feather
on her cold, out-stretched palm, alighted.
She knew then... those thoughts
were of her surrender.
Door 6,
of the Advent
for Yule-Tired Man x
To explain the significance of fallen feathers, in a truly beautiful way
... please read ...
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/little-feather/
by our lovely Weeping willow x
