a feather

like feather, i am falling down
no one touch me, no one around
through all that things, through a fire and ice
no one touches me, it is so nice…

like a bird's feather, no weight at all
i don't have a honor, don't have my own role
i'm falling through… and never touch
i am just free, i'm free — too much

as weightless feather, i don't feel pain
i'm falling through, i'm falls again
don't feel emotions, my life simply nice
falls through hell's fire, through heaven's ice

a feather — no soul… no name…
i don't need that: no pain, no gain…

ver.2 (thanks to my editor…)

Like a feather, drifting softly down,
Silent whispers in a world, where I drown.
Through raging storms and the coldest night,
No one reaches out, yet it feels so right.

A bird's feather, weightless, free in flight,
No honor, no role, in the endless night.
Falling through space, I never land,
In freedom, I revel, just grains of sand.

Weightless feather, devoid of pain,
Falling through life, again and again.
Emotions fade, in this tranquil space,
Through fiery depths, and icy grace.

A feather, no soul, no trace of name,
In this quiet descent, I find no shame.
No need for agony, no need for gain,
I embrace the fall, in silent disdain.