Standing at the start
Crying, tearing and pretending
All together, like a piece of art.
Still like a waterfall
Flying all above like a peacock
The feather flew away,
Which wanted to land on purple stars and moon, grey
Looking back, no it can't
To High, way to far
Out of there reach
Looking Beautiful and alluring
But is heavy and dark.
It's essence is strong
It will shine bright like a sun
But may burn like a fire
No, never gave up, not at the moon
but just a little tired, will come back soon.