What thought breathes the first and last breath?And what of those who must mourn, those left,
to live out time in its ruthless grace,
left to yearn for their lost love's face?
What thought honestly, judges ever,
at the weight of the heart, by just a feather,
those worthy of entrance to either heaven or hell?
And can one plead mercy, before this feathered belle.?
Trish 2012
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