Spring Night ~
While the veil of darkness slowly falls and the golden birdcage swings back and forth the gentle breeze dances with the trembling yellow feather but the yellow feather touches the cold floor alone - together for a brief moment and as always alone -
Short story by night soul woman
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Written on 2010-04-27 at 20:48
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