You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled, and sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers. Pablo Neruda Love Sonnet IV (excerpt) 100 Love Sonnets Translucent. Gossamer. Delicate. I have held an egret feather in my hands, and marveled at it’s near transparency. Looking at the photo above, … Continue reading Glorious Feathers
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