bird

At night I dream of a fantastic bird. Her feathers are of 116 colours. There are reds, crimsons and flames. There are yellows, lemon and gold. There are greens, pine and gooseberry. There are even blacks, midnight and chocolate. But the majority of the shades are blue.

Every morning I look for her as I walk in my seven-sided garden. Someday I hope to find her nest. I imagine that if I can find the right feather when she sheds it, I too will be able to fly.


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