「-Shywing-」

A little feather fell from the sky and landed on my skin.
Gentle and soft.
A smile emerged on this face as hope welled up from within.
Warm and reassuring.
Taking the little feather in my hand and looking up at sky.
Caring and sweet.
Searching for the one who lost it, the one who flies.
Kind and free.
Oh Shywing, how amazing it must be to live as thee.
Innocent and Beautiful.
A gentle breeze carries away the little feather,
uplifting the spirit and putting hearts at ease.
The memory of this day…will forever…stay with me.

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