A PURE WHITE FEATHER....

A pure white feather floated to the ground,
It made no sound..
Was this from my guardian angels wing,
Comfort me to bring..
Picking it up felt really soft and pure,
Now lonely no more..

Or was this just my active imagination,
Creating this sensation...
Hoping angels were watching over me,
That I couldn't see..
Maybe fantasy yet nice to think this way,
Comforting each day..

In truth simple a molted bird feather,
But hope that lasts forever...

- Chandu Voore