I was once a majestic bird.
With the beauty so beguiling
With my voice very vivacious;
With the color of champagne
n' my feathers flying free.
The sky was my world
n' I could flee far flung...
Till the end of rainbow.
But I stayed so stuck;
I knew not why...
The beauties grow dim.
The voices tone down.
The colors achromatize.
The feathers shake up.
And here I was the 'victim'!
Ere long, I was torn apart...
In pieces. Yet at peace.
They mourned my mortality.
Only she knew...I was a feather now.
Alive! Adorning her dream catcher..!
--G
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