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Tragic Feather
Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy No longer freedom gay or certian loft How is this thy new translation From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped Were thou thus, shunned, cast away Or merely, cut out or off As limb from downward spiral angel Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys Catching Weeping Willows damning drops Adrift as the drowning lily dying In seas of the myriad scattered rots An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then... the more of naked souless crops
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