FEATHERS
the poem that is my heart flutters and beats wings against its’ bony cage.
soft white feathers burst through, floating out through my skin
the current from my grasping hand sends them circling,
gently spiralling, dancing through the air
just out of reach.
carried away like a wish
where will they rest? these soft fragments of my heart?
-AW
In the Margins 
So beautiful Amber, hope you are well and enjoying summer!
Sent from my iPhone
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