~ Love the ruffled ones ~

 

 

 

                   I love the damaged ones
    For when their feathers are preened, smoothed with heart
    Breathed ever so gently thoughts
    A song begins to be remembered, a colour blends
    a part of a rainbow quivers within an eye oh so sapphire awakens.
                   Then a ruffle of feathers alight
    a lullaby where we came from takes flight
    for we all breathe under the stars
    and surf this turning earth, and exhale to the milky way
    the way we came to earth.

                       9 – 26 – 13

 

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