Divine messenger

In brevity and rhythm,

over brigthly colored buildings,

and overly lit shopping malls,

I see the feather.

 

Falling and rising

like little breaths

disturbing,

waves over rocks.

 

Among the chaos

of horns and smoke,

I saw it travelling

shinning under its own radiance,

an angel’s feather.

 

A white dove dropped another

a glistening feather,

just like the other,

 

Chaos turned on me

and it dissappeared

perhaps one among the other.

 

 

 

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