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.
Robyn
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