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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Feather of Love: I aired a stray feather to see it flying; I gazed it flowing in the wind; I loved its whitish tone; I loved the natural print upon. I don’t know how it managed to come back, How it never ceases to make me taken aback! I only marked its return, It truly turned me on, It made my heart adorn, A bizarre cloak of its own. I penned my feelings with this feather, From the ink of my heart. I caressed my lover with its touch, I attached it to my dream catcher, It is suddenly my feather wizard! I added it to a belle’s headgear, To make her carnival look sheer, I loved this feather on gala days, So, I wish its company on a sad day. I desire its touch to console myself. I want it to erase my tears, If that carnival girl sheds my feather! I gifted this feather to a tribal boy, He added this on his necklace, It adorned his neck with stones and beads, It gave him a taste of skirmish. To his tribe, feather means ornament, Printed feather means totem’s presence, But he wore the feather in his lover’s absence! I attached the feather to a whore’s anklet, She caused murmur in my heart’s Brooklet. I loved to see the feather flow, As she walked! She gave me a yellow feather from her bun, I loved her hairs flowing auburn, She was like a new dawn, Amid the darkness of my own. I exchanged my feather with her, She was my true dream catcher, She made my heart render, In unknown splendor!! Now I own her yellow feather, I will never let it wither, From the fuliginous dusts of air. I keep it inside my book, I accompany it on my bed, It’s the solo companion on my brood, It raises ripples on my heart’s brook!! Then, on a gloomy noon the whore returned, Once again, ‘I’m rocked. She discovered her lost feather, Dangling from my dream catcher, She immediately hugged me into a kiss, She melted me into total bliss. Still, she took out the yellow feather soon, And called me a ‘goon’ As if I never deserved the feather, As if I am lover of weather!! When I demanded my printed feather, She detached it from her waist-dangler, I loved the fact, she loved my feather, And kissed on her hair. So, she promised to remember me as a familiar stranger,. She’ll now give the feather to her new lover, I’ll never let her sweet memory disappear, By the way, returned my whitish printed feather!!
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