Feathers of the Moon
The night teaches silence,
and in that silence,
a thousand voices rise.
Feathers drift like prayers,
carrying the weight of remembrance,
yet falling as lightly as hope.
The moon gathers them all,
each a heartbeat of the ancestors,
each a promise that nothing is lost
when carried by spirit.
Between breath and stillness,
we learn the oldest truth:
that every step of the people
is lifted by wings unseen,
guiding us back to the circle of light.
Feathers of the Moon
The night teaches silence,
and in that silence,
a thousand voices rise.
Feathers drift like prayers,
carrying the weight of remembrance,
yet falling as lightly as hope.
The moon gathers them all,
each a heartbeat of the ancestors,
each a promise that nothing is lost
when carried by spirit.
Between breath and stillness,
we learn the oldest truth:
that every step of the people
is lifted by wings unseen,
guiding us back to the circle of light.
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