• neutrino_em 23w

    What's poetic to you might not be for real.


    A feather fell
    Somewhere from the sky
    And flew to the ground

    The impending crash
    Never mattered
    As it soared & danced
    With the wind,
    The breeze singing
    to its soul.
    Music finds music
    and so it sang.

    A feather fell
    Somewhere from above,
    Nobody tried to catch it
    By its graceful fall.

    A feather flew
    and fell
    To the ground
    & they made it poetic.


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