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[princeothieves]

The Feather

The feather floats gracefully through the air
Aimless and wild with not a thought
The feather has not but a care

With joyous self-adoration it seems to fair
A friend in the world it has naught
The feather floats gracefully through the air

Silky white causing all to stare
Smooth to the touch, hard to be caught
The feather has not but a care

Departed from the others, now the loneliest hair
A friend would be nice and should soon be sought
The feather floats gracefully through the air

Fluttering and falling as if life was too much to bear
Giving up is easy when you know you couldn’t have fought
The feather has not but a care

Striving hard to stay afloat, people often glare
Moving swiftly, never staying in one spot
The feather floats gracefully through the air
The feather has not but a care

yea that's right, a fucking villanelle.