~ White Feather ~


~ White Feather ~

We teetered on the cusp;

Cupids dart striking heart strings
That quivered, quickened the senses
Stirring solitude of the soul

You choose solitude of self
Left me standing heart in hand;
I gifted you the white feather:

To love takes courage
I found you wanting.

O’Prunty
1/12/15

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