alone
a small white feather
blown here and there.
it is in the wind,
where will it fall?
i listen here,
a bass like paws,
walking on a roof,
soft and slow
and the piano
like drops of rain,
one for one,
leaving ripples in my mind.
then silence,
the winter sun
scratches my heart,
a storm outside,
the shutters clatter,
a tired smile,
enough
to get up
and go.
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