A Feather
by Mark Kaven Lazaro
A feather came from a bird that flew
Flying through the air to reach the ground
Here is a girl running to catch it
She is giving her full best to get
"I was on the sparrow's wings fly high
Now I am here holding by a child
I was one of them that beautifies
Now I am useless unlike before"
From the soft little hands there it lies
She is happily playing with it
This girl enjoys the waste part of bird
A feather came from greatness that flew
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