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Poem: Feather on A Midday

If had not stopped to watch

A feather flying by,

I would not have seen its landing.

A tiny, pure white, fine feather.

Gently, I blew a soft breath to send it

Back to the spring.

In had not looked up to watch

The feather gliding over the roof,

I would not have seen

The crescent moon hanging

On a midday.

Sister Dang Nghiem, Spring 2001

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