I remember seeing flocks of birds soaring high, kissing the twilight sky. Feathers falling down like abandoned pieces and I, a forlorn being took them to my ramshackle haven. The same night, I dreamt of a phoenix flying above the same sky, just a little twilight, a little azure, a little dark. Feathers falling again, this time like abandoned pieces of blazing flame. And before I could catch them, they flew away along with the wind. And all I was left to wonder was if I could fall like those feathers and rise alongside the wind, perhaps I will be hurt a little less for failing and falling again and again. Even as forsaken entities, they learnt how to follow the wind, fall and follow again. Soon enough, they may reach their destiny. Shall I follow them too or just stay here?
"I thought my pen name meant an unbreakable quill that would write ardent verses, but I forgot a quill is also a feather, an abandoned part of a bird that I picked on dismal days and it is capable of flying through the blowing breeze, so are my verses that contain pieces of my soul" ~~~~~~~ #feather
》》Topic stimulus: #Pauline_Richards_Skysurfer __Pauline Richards, 44, who left her job in Hong Kong and emigrated to Australia to follow her sport, had made almost 4,000 jumps. Skysurfing involves swooping through the air at speeds of up to 180mph, then using a parachute to decelerate and land safely. Richards was killed during a freefall competition at Corowa, near Albury in New South Wales.
》》Originally titular line is modification from #Shakespeare's play, #Hamlet, "Woman-thy name is frailty".
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