They told them...
Even though a bird at times loses a feather,
It ceases not in attempt...
to fly...
It gains stronger wings through,
the loss of many feathers,
to face...
any weather,
under any circumstances,
It remains new.
Fighting the wind's anger...
to any extent.
To the bird it's not a test, nor a phase,
or an example of mayhem.

They remain so fragile...

This poem is about: 
My family


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