Day 77: Banafsaj 100 days of writing


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Like a fallen angel she roamed the earth, wings spread, white, wide, it’s feathers tickled by the blowing wind. .
She pillowed a cloud and traveled the land, like a raindrop imprisoned in thin air. .
Seeking a haven worthy if landing , she searched long and far. .
“Perfection is just a mirage” she knew only after her feathers withered and were long lost. .

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