I wish I were that little light feather, from under that cork's feathery wing, light and ever-ready for the wind to carry. And blow me away this unfriendly earthly ground.tasting freedom, while flying high above in the skies.approaching the gazing sunset-painted horizon.looking back down, meeting earth's envious gaze, I whisper a corky curse, and swear never to return again!
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WONEDERFUL! ! I like it a lot! keep writing and please read my poem called Life: a token free roller coster.