Feathers
When I hear the sound
of sadness. And the light is broken
by the silence. Of the trees.
I know all the birds have flown Away.
Their wings like words whispering
Your name
Charles Coakley Simpson
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Charles
sound of sadness Indeed, Charles but wonderfully illustrated and written… xPenx
May 20, 2013 at 11:47 am
it was almost like a feather touching me as I read it….soft…quiet….wanted it to go on even…..very lovely
May 21, 2013 at 4:05 am
Wonderful photo, she seems so lost in her melancholy…
March 21, 2014 at 8:06 pm