she is like a feather drifting in the breeze,
nobody knows her past nor who lost her,
but nevertheless they want to catch her
and have her as their own,
even for just a little while-
a possession to be desired
but never to be gained;
she always stays just far enough away
when she takes her leave,
blowing away on a new gust of wind
everyone stares after her.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
she is like a feather drifting in the breeze,
nobody knows her past nor who lost her,
but nevertheless they want to catch her
and have her as their own,
even for just a little while-
a possession to be desired
but never to be gained;
she always stays just far enough away
when she takes her leave,
blowing away on a new gust of wind
everyone stares after her.
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