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Natural Phenomena
I'm a feather
A sharpened hollow rod
Rushing away from where
I want to be
Above the clouds
With unusual purpose
And speed, but experiencing
Turbulence
I'm a bottle
Corked but empty
No secret message
No hidden depths
Just spiralling
Bobbing up and down
Half submerged
In fate's weak joke
Whirlpools
I'm a flower
Craning my neck
Chasing the sun
Day after day
As it slams
Across the void
Scorching
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