Feathers

Thu, 03/05/2015 - 19:26 -- bcsmith

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The body they help it soar

Out into the air

 

Like a bubble rising

Higher and higher

Until it pops

 

And the feather floats down

Away from its owner

To be found by another

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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