Silvery sky with a golden hue,
I saw the clouds suddenly gather,
Gray and mild blue,
I smiled looking at it...
Because I saw wings,
Two of them,
And a body in pink,
I enjoyed the view.
Perhaps my imagination I thought,
Taking steps towards my destination Hill top,
But suddenly a feather came,
Just flying By...
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