Feather


A feather is being held down by a boulder,
Pushing the light being, against its will.
The feather outstretches it's hand,
Grabs hold of the relief that was sought through the pain.
Finally, the feather was free.
Free to drift up and down.
Backwards and upside down.
Anywhere and nowhere .
Slowly, without worry.
Euphoric,
Dreaming .

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