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About This Poem
Feather
tickling my soft sensitive skin
sounds like violin
into my soul
can feel it all
glitters and paint full bathed
suffice one's need
can’t spurn the air
adorn and blare
drums and tambourines start to play
they lovely sway
dance in rhythm
highlight the theme
Oct. 25,2012
Note:
The feathers ornamenting the street parade/paraders especially the ones decorated on hats of musicians and others who entertains. So lovely they are in the sight of all spectators!
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