Feathers drifting aimlessly,
Light as the breeze
Which whips them skyward.
Wanderers each, undirected,
Free, soaring, undetected.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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This is a blog of my mother's poetry. She passed away in 2007 at the age of 93, and had been living in Carmel, California since 1973.
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