She sits alone, on golden sand,
Watching surf toss o'er the waves,
Reflecting on a life thats past,
Caught up in her memories.
Gazing up at cloudless sky,
She sees a vision in the air.
Softly, gently, in the breeze,
It floats to her, a white feather.
A message sent from high above?
It's not the first that she has had.
They come to her each time she is,
Feeling lonely. Feeling sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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