Kasun Butts Poet Free verse

The woman, a feather

The woman, a feather
She flows in the wind
Plucked from her nest
And strewn from end to end
Dipped in ink
And signed to me
A letter a word a verse to see
She flutters and shivers with each passing chill
And yet i love her without any thrill
From calmest passing's
To darkest night
The woman stays
and holds me tight

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Beata Agustin October 27, 2025 at 7:21 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.