So many pigeon feathers
On the paths I wander
Which one really
Is destined to be mine?

I mostly pass them by
It's not a message
For me,
I bet
Not the right time
Yet

There we go again...
ME, I, MINE
Drowning in sorrow
My whole appearance
The doubt and fear
Again in one line

While the trees
Just are
Zen,
The wind is singing
And more than willing
To blow the tears away

And I resist
Crying
Picking up feathers

Why not give
It
Away

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