Her Voice Was Like Feathers
The sound of her soul
Rained over me whole
Like a shower of feathers
In a field of cloves.
If she ended her song
I would sit in her sea
Missing her voice
For all eternity.
But I hear it still
Within my mind
Such a gift from God
Of the gentlest kind
As soft as it touched
With each perfect verse
Matching the rhythm
Of my heart
submerged in echoes
that will never part.
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