Plume Love Poem by Luciel Dawning
Plume Love
It's almost as if the feather stopped turning.
The point hit the mark
Of a pitiful love,
Not decency.
Colours and ambitions leave as fast
As they had come;
Surely there is someone other than myself
That can save me...?
I talk 'saving',
But I'm rather a slave
Of my own heroism.
So when the time comes,
The only thing that breaks
Is the feather.
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