Whispers of Feathers Through the open window of soul Whispers of feathers written so pure gold Pen on paper as tears do flow Ink in the well over spills and then fills Fills the page with the shadows of feathers overlaid A heart that sees the beauty within Written a few words but beauty flowed then Flowed free from the page of life Whispers of feathers forever gives high High dreams of lovers and love To forever be touched by whispered feathers from above I was abducted at a very young age and saw my mother murdered by two men. My mother loved music and poetry and her last words to me were “Myrna, follow the light. Always follow the light. In the light you will find the truth, and the truth will lead you right and back to me someday, but do not look into the light or you will die. Just follow the light. Myrna, I love you so very much. Write the words, always write the words, and remember who you are. Then you will find out who you were.” I love painting besides writing, and my home is a gallery, very beautiful. I live alone now and have five tiny, beautiful grandbabies. I am very content.
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