Feather poetry prose

I am a feather.

timid

A piece of white feather floats in the night.

At night, I

Floating gently in your city.

Just looking for traces of you.

Collect memories about you

Along the street where you have walked thousands of times.

Count your footprints carefully.

Stick it quietly in front of your window.

Kiss your shadow while sleeping.

Fall on the opposite branch

Watch for you

Watching you go out in the morning

Welcome you back in the twilight.

Watching you smile.

I smiled

I shed a tear in the afterglow of the sunset.

Sigh softly

Float back to my position. Who knows?

I have been to your city.

There is a feather falling in the air. ...

There is a feather falling in the air.

Because of the sunshine

I can't see your face clearly.

A few clouds

Like your breath through the snow.

Is approaching me.

Pedestrians on the main road have gone far.

Narcissus by the window is as quiet as a blooming virgin.

In the fragrant season.

I hold out my hand to you.

So on a snowy night

A river began to sing.

With a hint of sadness

A bird died.

The falling posture tore my eyes off.

All languages are homeless.

Drowning, singing in the wandering

No tree can stop me from living.

nearby

Only the feathers of birds in the sky

And a dead name.

Silent air

Trick me into leaving myself.

Where will the wind take me?

Raindrop shook his head.

Tears fell all over me.

Forget the direction of coming.

only

Walk hard in the wind

I am a feather.

timid

A piece of white feather floats in the night.