Light as a Feather

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I am light as a feather.
My home is my tether.
We'll stay here together.
Like birds of a feather.
And like birds of a feather,
We must stick together.
Through sad, darkened weather,
I'll stay, be your tether.
I'll keep you beside me
Like birds of a feather.


I am light as a feather.
I fly free in the wind.
I am independent,
Free from sin.
I travel the world.
Soaking it in.
Pretending to be on a cruise to Berlin.
My life is wonderful,
I am free, not as, but from a bird,
Light as a feather,
And beautifully absurd.


 Leaping          Abundant        Awe       Flawless
Incredible       Selfless                         Ecstatic
Giddy                                                     Admirable
Happy                                                    Timid
True                                                        Helpful
                                                                Expert
                                                                Righteous




                                                                                                                                                        --K.K

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