Feather

Vast bright colors…

Pluck me out,

I don’t belong.

Blemished and fallacious.

Let me float to the ground.4b948e8e84b77587d2a224cdb3dacf00

Something light to land heavily with a thud.

Blow me away and watch me soar, carried by the wind.

Migrating and finding some place more suitable.

But can one lone feather become wings for something so pitiful?

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