White feathers falling,
When an angel flew close by;
There's nothing up above us,
But I saw him, on the sly.
White downy floaters,
Floating on the sea of air;
In a single eye blink,
I saw him hovering there.
Souvenirs of miracles,
Signs and wonders too:
He knew he lost that feather-
And he said- give it to you.
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