A goose feather
bed
calls tired eyes
to savour downy
sleep.
Snuggled soft in
plumage pillow
the day will
amble
into flights of
gentle dreaming.
On slumber wings
lifted, effortless,
fingered cloud and sympathetic wind
draw you into the height
of silent solitude.
(day 4 of poetry month)
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