There once was a smooth white ball
that floated like a feather to my lap
and it was incandescent and silent
and vibrated with good cheer
and I touched it with the tips
of my fingers
delicate swirls of ink did suddenly appear
and they formed into tiny words
"what ever you want"
and so I set my hope in there
and imagined a cage
but no cage would appear
instead it turned into a sparrow
that stole a strand of hair
and it took to gentely sailing off
with a little part of me
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