She watched as the feather, white as snow, floated weightlessly to the ground.
The feather representing her dreams, she thought.
She held her foot over the pure feather. She thought about all her dreams then. All the ones she'd never get to follow. Then she put all of her weight onto that feather, her foot being life.
YOU ARE READING
Deep Thoughts
PoetryWhen the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] #1 in poems [08/03/2024] * * *Art posted in this book...
