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‘Twas a feather in white,

As it glowed in the morn light.

It fluttered in the breeze,

Sans haste, utterly at ease.

On my lips landed a smile bright,

Like a moon in a starry night.

The man yonder giggled, 

Like jelly his body jiggled.

The boy’s brown eyes bore into mine.

They were like red wine.

Unperturbed, the feather flitted Zenlike. 

I marvelled at its ability to polarise. 

In a world ridden with many a mope,

It doled out laughter amidst hope.


P.C – Marija Zaric from ‘Unsplash’

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