A feather falls, serene upon the breeze,
Its journey woven through celestial air.
Beneath the endless blue, sweet fleeting ease,
A dream takes shape—both delicate and rare.

Angelic forms with longing in their eyes,
Bound by a tether fragile yet profound.
Their laughter rings like stars through moonlit skies,
As love and chaos swirl without a sound.

A quiet town where wishes bloom and fade,
And hearts defy the weight of time’s decree.
Between the mundane world and heavens swayed,
They seek a freedom wild, untamed, and free.

In flights of whimsy, joy, and aching song,
We find where mortal hearts and wings belong.