Of the Tiniest Feather …

She spins,

Will not

Point at rainbows;

Her balance

Dances

With shadows

In the stillness:

Concentration

Be complete;

Breathe shallow

But well.

The weight

Of the tiniest feather

Was always

The key.

 

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