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
Author: Russell Prue
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
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
The journey of a gentlemanThe journey of a gentleman
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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A gliding feather diving down over misery and merriness. It’s twisted hairs, dancing with the wind, rolling in the high skies, swooped by planes grabbed by birds. At lower grounds,
The Journey Of A Multi-Coloured Feather.The Journey Of A Multi-Coloured Feather.
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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Floating gracefully in the humid air from the Amazon rainforest, the long, multi-coloured feather that seconds before was on a military macaw, floated gracefully. In the wind it sped up,
THE FUNNY FEATHER BY LEEYATHE FUNNY FEATHER BY LEEYA
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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On one lovely day, I found a feather and you know what I did. I found some ink and i put it in the feather and i started writing with
The featherThe feather
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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The feather falls from the bird and floats on the summer breeze. It meets some friends and all of a sudden, its plucked from the air,never to fly again. Or
The FeatherThe Feather
June 26, 2020June 26, 2020
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It drops quietly as it was falling from the sky, when his owner left him but then he landed smack on the floor it was icy and slippery he slid