Bird of Paradise

Your feathers

might be extinguished in a peculiar

sort of firelight, 

morphing into petals 

against the dying sun. 

To witness such a dawn, 

with cooled eyes 

renewed, 

would be to evermore 

walk about in the strange perfume 

of paradise. 

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