I love night time
It is magical,
It is mysterious,
It is me
Beautiful like my blood in snow
The winter appreciates my pain
Love is the bane of my experience
But it is who I am
For I am love bird
My song awakens the sun and brightens the moon
And when I am cut through my white feathers,
I beautify the lands of ice and snow
Yes, a horrific flex one might say
But I shall never run from it
For it is my pride
And I am in my prime
I love night time
It is cold
It is bold
It is my home
More parts are on the way, let me know what you think about this series so far... 😚💖🪽🪽
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love bird
PoetryA free verse poetry series full of symbolism that follows the point of view of a certain young white feathered bird as she navigates complex emotions like love, lumerence, hate, ecstasy and acceptance
