Feather In The Wind
by Sandra S Corona
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A friend, A Francisian monk, told me death is not to be feared but merely the end of our individual circle.
Life's a feather in the wind,
sometimes breathless, it depends
on who we are . . . where we've been.
Could be a breeze shallow, low
or a whirlwind of a day.
Life's a feather in the wind
but you've crossed my path to stay.
Life's a feather. Yes, my friend,
someday those blowing winds will end.
What a joy it's been to spend
time together till we go.
All the things I've seen and heard
cannot surpass you, my friend.
I've cherished every word.
Life's a feather in the breeze
passing people with such ease--
far too many folks to please
but the ones whom we love so.
On the truth we shall depend.
The breeze of life will ease, cease.
Life's a feather in the wind.
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|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|A beautiful write. It flows smoothly...excellent.|
|Reviewed by Tony Nerone
|Beautifully Written, Sandy!
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|Beautiful, Sandy, and deep, too!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Sandra...what a poem! Eternal truth and beauty captured in your words.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Sandra, beautiful poem. Love the rhyme and flow of this one. One day the wind will end and we will all have to justify our existence. Well done, my friend.|