a feather

standing on the fluffy grass

in a cool winter afternoon

when soft hissing breeze brings

a bright clean feather

rubbing her ear, she heard his whisper.

then elegantly it strokes her cheek

she feels the warmth of his breath,

then caressing her silky forehead

she noticed his presence,

and then the delicate feather

touches her velvety lips

she lastly sensed his kiss.


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韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

Loves learning, reading, writing and teaching.

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