Feather(AIXA)
It fell,
cleansed
by the waters
it brings,
fluttered
in it's spell,
it lusters,
defining
its real nature,
to rise above
beaked wings
sheering
high plains,
purifying
at a glance
by it's sign
of love
in
a dance
of rings
to all it masters.
cleansed
by the waters
it brings,
fluttered
in it's spell,
it lusters,
defining
its real nature,
to rise above
beaked wings
sheering
high plains,
purifying
at a glance
by it's sign
of love
in
a dance
of rings
to all it masters.
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