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The Thorn

The Thorn / Michael Kwack

 

It seemed a big bird had flown;

For, onto the desk of my own,

A feather was falling,

Through the air fluttering.

 

As if in a dream did I gaze:

A tiny bird it was!

 

I stretched an arm,

And the bird got on my palm.

The whole body, in bright gold,

Was the wing of this bird.

 

Should I hold it on my palm?

Let it go afloat in...

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