A leaf grows,
A feather grows,
Camouflage and
Courtship display.
Without the leaf
I am not able to
Finish the line.
Without the feather
I am unable to
Measure the sky.
With leaf
And with feather
One can wears hats.
No obstructions
.
Short-sightedness
Is to be forgotten.
And locations be
Demarcated.
Clarity be kept,
And let one proceed
Ahead right on queue
And on ashes.
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