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My white feather 💕

My white feather 💕

My eyes feasted upon a fragile, flimsy, feather

Floating along like a little bobbing boat that was untied from its tether

And I was mesmerised at this miraculousness, with not a breath of wind in the fine weather

Well I was baffled and bamboozled, at the aeronautical buoyancy altogether

It was a little white wing from a feathered friend, fluttering from up above

Alabaster ashen, bleached and blanched, I wondered if it could have broken off a heavenly Dove

Wow what if this was especially for my eyes only, and sent from a messenger with love

So I ran underneath the little feather, and reaching out, I claimed it as my own, and I have kept it in my treasure trove…

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Greg Etsell

awsome poem 
you know if you see
a white feather on the ground
it means some one is watching over you
its a nice feeling 
good morning Jill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

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Jill Tait

Awww I love white feathers Good morning Greg 🌹❤️🌹

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