Fading Feathers
A two-stanza reverse cinquain on the fragile power of forgetting.
Letting go isn't the easiest course of action, but it is a powerful one.
Some things are meant to fly away.
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Memories
Fading, stand poised
Pure white wings bend, stiff
Unfurling now with gentle breath
Take flight.
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Thoughts still
Wind's breath pulls memories' white feathers
Rain clouds cover with grey
Blurring edges-
Mind flies.
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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