F e a t h e r s

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Her dainty, soft hands
Like the feathers of a bird
Fluttering, floating, falling
Her light weight body
Helplessly dropping
Like a feather of a bird
Free falling into white darkness

Landing in the clear white space
Her long, dark hair
Stands amongst the White
Of the walls
Of her dress
She was lost
As feathers rained on her
From above

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