Like a feather

Against the blur

Blown by the wind

From the tree top

Down to the ground

Passing by leaves

Touching petals,

you are floating


In the air

Frolicked by the lake


by the current

To the river

To the seas

To the heart of the ocean

Picked up

By seagulls and seabirds

Sent down to the ground

Gaily exploring

The world

Until the wind blew

And it flew

Against the blur

Passed the leaves

Caressing petals

And back on the tree top.

(It is like rhythm in the unrhythmic world.)

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