Sunday, August 24, 2014

Finally, I’m Icarus

I went begging to the birds
Each of them, for just one feather
A sharp one from the
A red one from the
bird of paradise
A green one with a touch of white from the humming bird
A coloured talking one from the parrot
A shy one from the ostrich
Oh, what amazing wings I’ve made for myself
I’ve attached them to my soul
And I’ve started to fly
Sharp flight of the vulture
Red flight of the bird of
Green flight (with a touch of white) of the humming bird
Talking flight of the parrot
Shy flight of the ostrich
Oh, how I’ve flown!
Tiyasha Peiris (14 years)
Asian Int. School


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