Feather
The feathers fall
fall down and down
black and red and white
dancing all the way down
The twirling of each feather
as if they were dancing
partners to this never ending cycle
challenged by the wind so soft
able to pick them off
one by one and two by two
The casting of each feather
The bird that grew them
exist untul death
fall down and down
black and red and white
dancing all the way down
The twirling of each feather
as if they were dancing
partners to this never ending cycle
challenged by the wind so soft
able to pick them off
one by one and two by two
The casting of each feather
The bird that grew them
exist untul death
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