At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem and including some form of the word wing.
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“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare
Free That one feather free, seesawing, swaying, hanging on a note of breeze, singing soft songs of oft wings, and the great letting go, the detachment risk, no longer a flight of fancy, now an adventure of self awakening, it is its own wing, free. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️