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Day: 26 June 2020
Floating on the BreezeFloating on the Breeze
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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The feather floated gracefully on the breeze. It’s body was like a puffy cloud. It floated across the sea like an airplane. The night sky was lit up by a
Khalisie the bird who cant flyKhalisie the bird who cant fly
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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Every feather has a story,no matter what colour,pattern or size.Today we are going to focus on the story of a feathers owner who never flied. This is the story of
The feathers lifeThe feathers life
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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Once attached to a bird the feather fell just as a gust of wind came and it began to fly over towering trees around and around mountains through clouds then
WeightlessWeightless
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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The weightless feather, that never dies. Will never fall from the skies. It’s gliding in the breeze. Even faster that running geese. The feather that is wise.
A Fragile FeatherA Fragile Feather
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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Every feather has a beginning. This fragile feather floats gently through the wind as the shimmering sun follows its direction. Swinging side to side, up and down, as nature surrounds
FEATHERFEATHER
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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I am a feather, floating along the breeze.My purpus served and my life reduced to a floating drift of solemness. as the years fly by, i realise im just a
A feathers life.A feathers life.
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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The feather flew high, the feather flew low. The feather flew fast, the feather flew slow. The feather floated through the trees, and past the leaves. It went through the
Floating On High- a poemFloating On High- a poem
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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The feather. It glides up on high, twisting this way and that. Who knows where it is from? Tiny hairs are like wings, guiding the unpredictable path. A young fox
The Freedom of the air and of the featherThe Freedom of the air and of the feather
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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I felt my self become free as father bird finally let me go. The speed of his flight began to deteriorate as I went to live my life and journey