What were you worth?
Ah! nothing.
Just a few wet pillows,and wiles
some inconscious, other indulgent smiles.
All those fleeting hours, and late(s)
and some more of excruciating waits.
A festive season's - lone winter interlude'
and some years of endless solitude.
Some have to/wouldbetelling yous
and day's idle thoughts, facial hues.
'My' stray words without a rhyme
a passing wind's unforgettable chime.
Done.
Then she opened her fist.It wasn't tightly clutched but ever so lightly, just covered...she was wary of wrinkling the thing.She looked at it and smiled; wouldn't let wind do it(unh huh!).She took it among her fingers and blew the feather away.
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