black feather floating from the sky piercing gravity on it’s way to the ground where its little gray tips will be dampened with winter weep i stare at cranes by the river’s bed standing on a stick like leg waiting for the shooting stars for miles and years i’ve been right here looking up at falling feathers
words less spoken 
Beautiful poem and what a lovely photograph. Gorgeous. Have a blessed and safe day. Love Joni
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thank you dear Joni blessings and safety to you too xo
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🤗💕❤️
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Beautiful words
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thank you friend xo
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You’re welcome
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Evocative piece.
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thank you friend hope all is well xoxo
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It’s fair, hope you are well too.
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