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The Me Bird

I am destined to fly
By myself
In Night’s sunshine
And Day’s moonlight

Seasons come and go slowly
Along the fading horizon
My feathers bearing the heaviness of time
Fall one by one
Through my journey

Before smelling that Blue
I have not looked at myself in the mirror
Still waiting, and waiting 
For the color’s pureness
Reflecting the weary
And quest
Of featherless 
Me

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A tongue twister: for fun 

This poem has a same title 
as Pable Neruda’s The Me Bird 
but he is a He Bird 
I am a She Bird 
We are not same birds 
but each of us is a Me Bird