Sunday, 23 September 2012

What is love ?

What is Love?

A small white feather drifts towards me-

Hand reaches out-

Softness caresses my skin-

I lean and gently blow the feather

Into the blue.

I watch -caught in its slow motion,

Gentle traveller

Fragile beauty.

Love simply is-

A feather.

Drifting in and out

Of a caress,

A moment,

And the tenderness of its travel-

Its sensitive landing-

To touch a heart.

The mystery of its destination

Is a reflection of the souls yearnings-

It glides, spins, spirals down,

But is uplifted by the breeze-

As the heart is in love.

Love –

Simply is

A feather.

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