carried by wind to places unknown,
traveling far away from its home,
a feather is free, as free as it dares,
doing whatever without any cares.
oh, how i long to be like that feather,
wandering aimlessly, not knowing whether
i'd end up in safety; then i would be--
just like that feather, i would be free.
rebellion
Abandoned Line, Garfield, NJ
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