I feel like a feather separated from the Eagle's wings
Gliding down as pulled by the Earth slowly
For the air caresses me to buoy me up
Resisting the dictates of gravity
I tarry slowly playing in the wind
Going along wherever it leads me
I know my final destination will be on the ground
I hope I end up in some Indian Maiden's crown
Then I will stand as proud as can be
Atop the head of a beautiful lady
Will she meet her Prince that soon
What a moment's perfection that would be
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