The white feather

A dove is like love it will fly sky high. A dove leaves a white feather behind after you grieve. A home is like a heart though a white feather is a true art. In the bay of nyc deep beyond the debt a wave rocked a little white feather. I never knew what it meant to see that white feather until late May. There’s just this way of spiritual connection beyond the paranormal. I found a white feather walking on the board walk then I almost skipped over chalk. I look to my right I see a white dove flying with a beautiful Florida Flamingo. I look to my left and all a sudden I felt like a theift when I notice a pink feather riddle siddle fiddle. Walking around picking up feathers reminds me of when I was ten. Now I know that a white feather and a pink feather is a blessing a spiritual begin a love. A way to a new world with a trail. Now I know the deal the real love of a white feather.