Purity

I watched my feather fly away while listening to the breeze of the filaos trees

   I felt it's fleeting stroke against the palm of my hand, gentle like the singing merles of this land

         I watched my feather fly away and I ache for it's purity as much as it aches for its surity that it                         once existed as an angel of the sky

               Flying high

                     Unstoppable