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Last Feather
The arrow of time,
fired over and over
Piercing our consciousness,
impaling our fear
Our bow staying drawn,
till the quiver is empty
Last feather to soar
-on eternity strung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
fired over and over
Piercing our consciousness,
impaling our fear
Our bow staying drawn,
till the quiver is empty
Last feather to soar
-on eternity strung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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