Life sails on a gust of wind;
light and buoyant as a feather.
It observes its surroundings,
embracing the journey.
The wind accelerates.
Life wrestles the wind;
compelling it to slow down
or change direction,
but the wind knows its own destiny.
Tenuous as a feather,
life senses a change;
a slackening of the wind.
Life drifts on a gentle breeze.
The last breath of wind
hums the feathery blues,
as it carries life to the finish line.
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This is so lovely and beautifully written, Jennifer. Life’s finality wonderfully expressed in your last stanza.
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Thank you, Eugi! 😊
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You’re welcome, Jennifer!
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Each stanza holds the reader captive, yet the flow to the next goes smoothly.
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Thank you, Reena! 😊
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Lovely lines, thanks.
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Thank you!😊
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