A Bird's Journey
Picture love like a bird
An elegant, colorful bird
That starts by flapping it's wings
Ever so slightly
And it leaps off of a branch where it was perched
Waiting for the right moment
To take a chance
This chance, specifically
Called love
The bird flies smoothly through the air
The wind carrying it's small, fragile body like a child
Carrying her doll around
An additional limb to her arm
The wind stops suddenly
And the bird loses it's balance
It plummets to the cold, unforgiving rocky terrain below
Where a time period filled with solely obscurity awaits
The only thing the bird feels in the darkness
Is the rain pouring down from it's eyes
The bird perseveres
It struggles against all odds
It deflects every bullet and comet that attempts to puncture it's heart
It battles every ruthless word that tries to shatter it's soul
It defeats every cruel thing that comes its way
The bird regains feelings in it's wings
It's elegant, colorful wings
It leaps out of the shadows, into the light
And soars higher than the sun, moon, and every star
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