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Feather

How heavy isn’t it

to lift a feather

To hold between one’s hands

not letting it go

it is a big task

Because the feather, is entrusted to you by the one who flies

the prophecy of another type of life

and don’t be fooled, in reality every prophecy too

is the confirmation of an internal knowledge

 

There is an unstable point on my spine

they are hitting me I am scattering

but I am not falling obstinately

life starts over back to square one

one step forward one step backward

 

A feather is floating from above

no bird to be seen, only it came itself

to perch on me

I know, feathers are signs from angels to me

I am keeping inside my hands

like life

 

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