These dark clouds
Looks in hurry
One of the teddy's ear
Just hung over.
A piegon's grown up feather
Falling from high above
Performing a swing up and down
Settles into the window groove.
The breeze blew past
Tickling these feathers
Asking them to come with
Adamant! just enjoys the tickle.
They have turn windy
Tearing the white apart
Can feel those exertion
On soft hairy creature.
She wants to fly
Stuck in those iron grooves
An intense blow directed at the root
She is free to move.
She sways with the wind
Does an airy somersault
Ah! the wind is gone
She falls wightless
Again! dingling and turning...
Wishing a goodbye
There she fell...Again! started swaying
Like the pollen in field
As the wind blew.
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