A Feather Apart

Two doves devoted to white

Take shelter in winter bell’s flight.

A beak chirping for two

Tongues a string of promises holding my heart’s key for you.

The fright and freedom of love’s plight

Is a phenomenon understood not, until wings soar safe in receding blue high above mountain’s climb, where purity and passion collide.

The earth and I will seldom be done with you as you walk-on-by in stride.

Tiny feet tip-toe to the edge of your heart’s frame watching you exhale.

Paint your own destiny… See what I see…

The beauty you share with everyone around you shapes my heart and calls me proud to know that no matter where you go,

We’re only a feather apart.

Chester Delagneau


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