I thought my aching heart should mend,
so I put it in a box, with a moonray
and a star, - later, when I opened it
again, in it I found some feathers of
a sandbird and a diamond, black like a
ravens eye - I put the feathers in my
hair, and found that I could fly -
the hardest stone of all I'll keep, to
serve me as evidence on the day I die
by Nomi Ben-David
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