holding on tight
a sadly grey day
in stormy feathers
***

a cold day
when all life disappear
dinner is served
***

hard really
this check-in for goodies
handy in wings

testing the wings
a challenge for every day
so long for now

He tweets his lie – she came and sang her – the true story.

For safe landing
my wings were spread out
until very soon.

About gender – the obvious is a statement – feathers in place.

above the sky
floating in white coldness
hideaway for two
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