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Feathers

I've been thinking about angels
And how they fly with feather soft wings

I wonder what it feels like

When the world's backdrop is rich

in orange and red
to be engulfed in that warmth
I wonder what the moon looks like

when a head is so far above the clouds
with no city smoke to smudge out the stars

with blurry grey lines
I wonder what raindrops taste like
far before they fall
fall
and hit
the soiled earth

I wonder what it must feel like

to have wings outstretch

from my back
the back that he has broke
by giving too much
I wonder what hands

un-scratched and un-calloused from

the luxury of love
feels like on bruised skin

I wonder what it must taste like

freedom

I wonder what heaven smells like
maybe cotton or flannel
something clean and pure like

feathers
I wonder what emotions ran through
the sun's rays when it first realized
that is was

slowly


burning


out

I've been thinking about angels
And I wonder what it feels like to be
wrapped in your own wings.




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