Unceasingwolf03 wrote:Green grass. Cold wind.
I shiver. I touch this grass. Feel this wind.
Feathers. Feathers are the lightest thing in our world. But put them together they make a bird, flying in the sky.
And when I reached out to touch that feather, that sting in the back of my mind reminded me.
I couldn't fly away.
This is my free-verse poem.
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