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The in between. Not very good. A feather fell
from a dove in mid-flight
Came close to the ground
Then blown back a flight
Up in the air
In the suns blinding light
Twisting and turning
So free and so light
Caught in a tree
The branches to tight
To even think
There’s chance for a fight
But again blows free
For the wind has might
Till it fell to the sea
Fell out of sight.
