Poetry
1 min
Goodnight Feather Boa
Arden Gifford
goodnight feather boa alone in my purse
goodnight feather boa may you bear this curse
goodnight feather boa shedding in the crystal light
goodnight feather boa creating confidence in my sight
goodnight feather boa on my red velvet chair
goodnight feather boa the only way that love is fair
goodnight feather boa may you bear this curse
goodnight feather boa shedding in the crystal light
goodnight feather boa creating confidence in my sight
goodnight feather boa on my red velvet chair
goodnight feather boa the only way that love is fair
goodbye feather boa holding the power no one else will know
goodbye feather boa swaying in the lamplight as the wind blow
goodbye feather boa may you sing till you cry
goodbye feather boa may you see no other pass by
goodbye feather boa ordaining my shoulder
goodbye feather boa never wanting to be any bolder
goodbye feather boa swaying in the lamplight as the wind blow
goodbye feather boa may you sing till you cry
goodbye feather boa may you see no other pass by
goodbye feather boa ordaining my shoulder
goodbye feather boa never wanting to be any bolder
farewell feather boa the last sentiment
farewell feather boa alone on the cement
farewell feather boa the icon of my doorway
farewell feather boa as I turn to clay
farewell feather boa the only witness
farewell feather boa understanding my weariness
farewell feather boa leaving my head.
farewell feather boa the only one acquainted with the dead.
farewell feather boa alone on the cement
farewell feather boa the icon of my doorway
farewell feather boa as I turn to clay
farewell feather boa the only witness
farewell feather boa understanding my weariness
farewell feather boa leaving my head.
farewell feather boa the only one acquainted with the dead.
A Bronco Story. Submissions are from the Western Michigan University community.
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