It's a cool night and the wind blows the way it should. Nothing lost, nothing gained. My feather makes it's way down from window pane to window pane. Finding rest in the street to get blown away again. Only to get whisked up onto another...under the breath of beauty. The night sky is clear enough for that to happen and the moon smiles just right. For just a breath...for just a breath of beauty. Can you feel it on your skin? As it carries you from smile to smile and heart to heart? As it carries you to the next ledge of contemplation? Where the soul would sit to gaze at the night sky. Where the hands are soft and the eyes are blue, hazel, green and brown...they are beautiful. They are magnificent. From softened lips my feather is blown...under the breath of beauty. Maybe on a night like tonight...one will decide to breathe for longer than just a season...
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