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" Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my Desire " John Keats
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White Feathers

Brother,
they wrapped me in white casts
yesterday, after I fell off our tree.
I wanted to fly.

You said I looked like
I had white feathers
when you visited me.
You said they’d do.
I believed you, Brother.
I even promised
to keep them clean and white.
Dirty feathers were no good,
you said.

But when I tried to fly again,
just this morning,
I tripped, and I fell.

I’m sorry I bled.
I’m sorry I stained the feathers.


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