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White Feathers

His Mother calls out, where are you?

By Dee Dee Published 2 months ago 1 min read
White Feathers

White feathers fall

They surround me

I look up, they float towards me

My eyes weep

My heart beats

Whilst white feathers fall.

Look, I sob, can you see the feathers?

People walk by

They stare at me

The jogger keeps running

The mother pulls her children close

A little boy stops, he watches

He spins, looking up

He is dancing in white feathers

Laughing as they tickle his face, falling softly one by one

His mother calls out, where are you?

He places a white feather in my hand

He whispers I am all around you

White feathers fall

sad poetry

About the Creator

Dee Dee

A love of writing started at an early age. Writing is there through the good times & bad times. It’s my go to!

Culture, heritage, mental health, family & people, is where my writing takes me most.

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