I took out my magic coat of feathers
not only to fly high above any earth bound worms on feet
or to descend as a bird of prey to feast on these neighbours of mine
to devour what they set highest: their weak and shapeless bodies
no, my feathers are for spying and for learning
moving in clouds I see what I knew already: people are like ants
flaunting meagre charms, busy all the time, stepping out, getting nowhere
However, sometimes they meet for a dance called love
one step back, one step forward, one wail: Love, love, love!
Flapping my wings I wait for the outcome: Hatred
Sometimes I shall have to wait forever
surprised I hear the cry of love turn into music
actually, a tune made for eternity
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