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Legacy

December 18, 2014
By buddy12 BRONZE, Redmond, Washington
buddy12 BRONZE, Redmond, Washington
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Don't mind me, humanity.

I'm still here. Yet my thoughts

Roam and rise...they gasp

And fall, and then become

Like feathers left on the ground

By a bird.

 

Someone will come across

These feathers and will

Make of them whatever pleases.

Will they just be insignificant

Feathers? A mark of presence?

Or an advisor of the day?

 

Maybe it will result in a search

For a glorious bird,

Still in flight...looking

For places to leave

Behind a special

Feather?



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