Tuesday, March 19, 2013
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| Feather Flying in the Sky |
Fallen feather ends on a high. Traveled across the oceans,
seen the mountain tops, flew across the valleys and kissed the blue skies.
How many of us are useful in our second lives? The feather
will tell us how fortunate it is, to be a paint brush or a pen describing its
own thrilled life.
P.S. - I have written 55 word fiction for the first time ever and this post has been inspired by Valli's Blog. Read her 55 word fiction titled "Fallen Feather (55 Fiction) here".
Posted in: Poem
2 comments:
Wow! I loved your version of the fallen feather! So beautiful! :)
Thanks for sharing :)
Hi Valli !! Thanks for reading my piece, in fact i was waiting for your comments :)
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