A feather, drifting through the sky
Oversees everything It flies across
A stutter and a flutter on its way to fly
Detached forever, with miles to cross

Smoothly, silently, without a noise it glides
A witness to everything, big or small
From poor paupers to blushing brides
And first steps to a final fall

A white beauty, floating freely
Soft to touch, caressed by all
But hit by rain when the winds turn steely
And resigns itself to a final free fall.


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