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By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)


Soft and light as featherdown,

cold and wet as ice

melts on your glowing face.

Clouds blow kisses to the earth,

touch its upturned

face that smiles and

shivers with delight.

Crags capture

feather soft

icing sugar suds

float round, round and

down, Featherdown,

soft, light, alight on the

face of the earth.

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