As Our Feathers Fall

Feathers fall eloquently better

without tumult in the weather.

That must be spelled in letters

that go specifically together.


Anger in us may begin to swell.

It’s remedy may be hard to tell.

We search for it through hell;

to stave it, face it must we do well.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. sbailey says:

    I love you blog! Your writing shows you masculinity so well! Good job!:)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Stella!! You’ve given me a good smile for the day. 😀

      Liked by 1 person

      1. sbailey says:

        It is really my pleasure! I’m so glad, I truly love smiles!!!

        Liked by 1 person

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