Is a feather
Slowly, lightly drifting through the air
My bones are soft
My mind is fragile
With such delicacy do I move; I am lifted through silence
Floating high up over the tall mountains, as I watch
them standing there
I daze through the atmosphere and
the wind quickly caught my face, reminding me
where I needed to go.
I am constantly being dropped on the ground
But I am fall softly,
I am never to be heard
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