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Musings of a Mongoose - 8. Shadows of Feathers
Someone told me love was like the wings of a bird,
To love like the right, to be loved like the left,
And here I sit, wings clipped and flightless,
My feathers fading to molting sickness,
Within a cage of thought and memory,
What purpose is there for one bereft
Of the wind which made my soul feel free?
I've but shadows of feathers now,
Nothing to lift me up but the songs I can sing,
But who will listen?
The birds I loved have all faded away.
And only I remain trapped in the cage.
Will I ever dance with the wind again?
Or will he remain as distant as the feathers,
Discarded on the floor of my cage,
Whose shadows remain on my flesh,
As intangible as the weight of his caress.
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