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A feather has no fear,
its heart and mind are weight1ess.
A wing sees only air,
and thinks only to fly.
A bird,
Though small,
Is weighted with apprehension
of the flight,
Its mind cannot release itself
and take to the sky...
Fears are like gravity,
pulling it to the earth.
So a bird waits,
for the wind,
A wing will gladly take to the sky
on the edge of a breeze,
Letting go of all anxiety.
by Stephanie Lane, gr. 12
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