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The Feather

The Feather

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Judging the tear drop

That escaped my eyes

Was it a mild ache of my heart?

Or joy of freedom in disguise?


I felt a feather on my face

Light, beautiful and shinning in blue

The bird had lost something treasured

Only if it had a clue.


Holding the feather, trying to infer

If the bird would miss it for a day,

Was it really an unpleasant loss?

Or just a wilful play?


Hope is a thing with feathers

Reflected a poet's insight

If the bird had lost hope

Or liberation from it was her right?

Is letting go always painful?


I wondered as I stared the sky

No was the answer that echoed within,

The bird had lost a feather

In the flight of reaching somewhere high.


Closing my eyes I freed the feather aside

As I felt a smile on my face

Realizing the tear drop had already dried.


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