The Goosefeather Pillow

January 16, 2012
I have tumbled with the snow white pillow.
Its color is of the waning moon.
Its feathers are down and from the goose.
The tumbling was tumultuous and fair.
Of all the people it with the one I care for.
Together we laughed.
And afterward cried.
Of the beauty of good.
And the meanness of foe.
For we will share forever
In the eternity of the inferno.

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