If I had not stopped to watch a feather flying by,
I would not have seen its landing–
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Gently, I blew a soft breath
to send it back to the spring.
If I had not looked up to watch
the feather gliding over the roof,
I would not have seen
the crescent moon
hanging at midday.
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Photography credit: Unknown (originally color).
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