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A bunch of peacock feathers,
I looked at them with awe.
Each made of multiple colours,
Yet in each, a sight of harmony I saw.
Each strand has shades of blue and green,
So many browns can also be seen.
Every time you look at them,
A unique pattern emerges.
Try as you might to ruffle them,
From the mayhem, unison emerges.
Look at them and see those eyes,
Little wonder then that pride is said to be the peacock’s vice!!
I looked at them with awe.
Each made of multiple colours,
Yet in each, a sight of harmony I saw.
Each strand has shades of blue and green,
So many browns can also be seen.
Every time you look at them,
A unique pattern emerges.
Try as you might to ruffle them,
From the mayhem, unison emerges.
Look at them and see those eyes,
Little wonder then that pride is said to be the peacock’s vice!!
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