i am a bird. Breeded from doves and swans. With streaks of gold that run across my spine. With pure, fresh, blood. With wings so mighty it blows trees far and away into chimneys of houses. With a beak so strong it'll catch even the lords and ladies of the undersea. With eyes so bright you could see a better version of yourself in it. My only weakness is to be seen. Humanity will bask in my beauty. It will sell me off to entertainment of mortals. I will die a boring death. I will not be written between the pages of history books. For i will weight my life to what it is. For i will soar through the skys and above the clouds not to be seen by the mortals. Three times the strength. Three times the mightiness. Three times the speed. And, most importantly. Three times higher.
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Poesia𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 ‼️。𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖘 ˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົ‼️ (give credit if you want idrc><)
