The white feather of peace
sits upon the water
still
there are no ripples
there is no reflection
no light
it is buoyant
the water slowly seeping at its edge
waiting to sink into the unseen
We are at the surrender
silent
no bodies willing to dive into the depths
Just this one still white feather
of peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem