Feathers brighten the sky,
Creating an everlasting effect.
Before they crash and burn,
All because of a simple puff.
Floating down to their doom,
Only to land on harsh reality,
Which slashes through completely,
Destroying those once beautiful feathers.
Birds release those bright lights,
Which are fragile
And can be shut off so easily,
Shut off so that they never burn bright again.
Too soon the end arrives
For the feathers,
Too soon their light fades,
Too soon it all ends.
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