I wish to be as light as light as a feather.
How I would glide through the air.
How freeing and fun such a thing could be,
being swept up by the wind and sea.
Feather pillows, so much fun.
Rest and softness, lightness grow.
Snug seems the feather that holds one warm.
Peaceful, like a swan.
Feathers and ink create magic.
Feathers inspire and fly.
Their wingspan grows wider as they spread across the sky.
As feathers take flight, a world opens wide.
They travel long distances and leaves man behind.
Soft and light as a feather.
How great that would feel.
Swept away in adventure.
Oh, life would be free!
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