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A feather floats down —
I know an angel is near,
healing Hell on Earth.
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Birds flock on free wings.
Land-stranded, my thoughts soar, too,
in flights of fancy.
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Lifted on updraft,
new perspectives are gained at
a healthy distance.
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Author Notes
Author's Note:
An updraft is a current of warm rising air. In the context of this poem, I am using it as a metaphor for the possibility that once this pandemic is under control, we may become a healthier society, in all aspects, through gaining a new perspective by being bonded in the caring warmth of a shared experience, and seeing that a cooperative future is the way forward. (But then, I always was an idealist.)
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