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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "THE BIRD CANNOT FLY" No matter how hard he flaps his wings body won’t lift, is it obesity or small wings? He shouldn’t devour the food mother fed him but do some exercise for flying, worse yet, he pecked on and bit siblings in order to snatch all the food the mother brought back causing them all to die; his gluttonous appetite and cruel treatment made him incapable of lifting his body in the air; if a bird cannot fly, he is not a bird anymore then, where to go and what to become to fly in the air. "THE BIRD LOST SONG" Although he had a beautiful voice he drank sweet wines to have a more beautiful voice, he smoked marijuana to have a more voluminous voice; blinded by brilliant stage lights and fancy spots, intoxicated from the shouts of fans, he ruined himself in the tremendous popularity, his fame made him arrogant, he fell into narcissism, he jumped up and down on the stage and soared in the air to tear down the floodlights hanging from the ceiling, foolish enough to think that his feathers are brighter more luminous than the floodlights; flapping his glittering wings, he fell from the ceiling and was sucked into a bottomless pit. "THE BIRD WITHOUT FEATHERS" The starlight reflecting on a treetop is so beautiful though he knew he couldn’t fly anymore, he stretched open his old and infirm wings and flapped, looking at the sky, to soar in the air; alas, Zeus’s thunderbolt struck him that moment. His body was torn to pieces, his feathers were plucked away, and because of all his cuts and bruised body, the remaining plumage lost its splendorous colors; no matter how well he took care, lost glossiness never to be restored, no matter how gently he combs, his feathers fall out feebly; when he looks back, he was a prisoner of vice he was obsessed by insatiable lust, the flower is so colorful it smelled so sweet, he kept following bewitched by the beauty of its alluring looks; before he was aware of it, he got stuck in the mud, sunk into the depth of vice; and though, he got out from mud just before he was suffocated to death, his entire body was covered with the scabs of evil, the water flows, though he has no strength to cross the river any more, it’s time to, he may be washed away by the water, or dip himself in the water to wash his scabs of evil out.
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