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Falling feather,
free from the wing of the bird that left me long ago,
Falling through the wind as if weightless through the night,
Smog from the city chokes me as I fall.
Falling,
Falling,
Through the wind,
Weightless in the night,
Won't somebody catch me?
Falling,
Falling,
Weightless through the night.
Laying,
Laying,
in the street,
Run over in the night.
- by Commando-In-Cheif |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/26/2009 |
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- Title: Falling Feather
- Artist: Commando-In-Cheif
- Description: I had actually wrote this originally in the fourth grade and I have edited it and perfected it since it's an award winner.
- Date: 10/26/2009
- Tags: falling feather
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