She had fallen in love with the feather that she had notched up while out in the sun. Suddenly she knew, what exactly called her out. Riding on the wind, floating over heights, cascading her touch to the extremities of the world. Losing a part of her at each instant, to make it easy to name those memories. Travel, but travel slow, to make peace with everything the life had to give her.
Only the air, no ground
A white serenity all around
Into this, her eyes would bore
She knew she wanted no more
A pinch of color would be good
But taint the snow, what
Sun on the front, wind on the
If anything could be even near
Almost there, she'd rise and roar
For she knew she wanted no
A white serenity all around
Into this, her eyes would bore
She knew she wanted no more
A pinch of color would be good
But taint the snow, what
Sun on the front, wind on the
If anything could be even near
Almost there, she'd rise and roar
For she knew she wanted no
A feather was enough, a feather would be all
A dream no big, the life no small
And to live it, to live it only
She be here, she be there
To be, and to free, where else she'd go?
Just everywhere.
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