Feathers

Faith is a feather on a sandy beach
Jarred from its station by the slightest breeze.

And love is a feather placed on your forehead
Lost in the whisper by what a sage might say.

Time is a feather dropped in a caravanserai
Its barbs are ruffled with a charlatans sigh.

Count naught on a feather that lies in plain sight
‘Tis the one hidden in the wing on which you’ll take flight.

tis nothing if not heard

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