Broken feather

Broken feather


Bleak and parting, parting, far away…

Ain’t got nothing, nothing, to say.

I am falling into the dusk,

Falling, falling because I must.

No prayer for my soul.

No anger, no fear, no goal.

Just a feather all alone.

Broken feather of my soul…

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