Feather (By: Chris Hathaway)

Being weightless lets me fly; I’m the feather caught in a breeze my home is the sky. The wind blows me upwards; I depend on it to keep me afloat. Being deaf to my love; like Beethoven’s notes. Being afraid isn’t a concern for me; I pass by dangers that dare not cross me. Being weightless lets me fly; I’m the feather caught in a breeze my home is the sky.

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