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THE BIRD OF TIME The big black eagle from the great valley of tomorrow flying with a group of memories while holding golden feathers of time The black appearance flashes in the sky following the white clouds and stars as he wonders through his infinite flight in search of the true meaning of such beauty within the land of forever stretching in the middle of the night. He believes in the whispers of the sun and yet he holds the keys to heaven, a heaven that is yet to be found for the sake of everyones belief. As the keys get heavier and heavier one day they'll fall forever and the bells of his time will shake earth before the torture of time is forgiven, but despite all of that and all the wondering tears of hope the sun keeps on whispering the big black eagle to keep on looking into the hollow path looking for heaven on the moon and beyond the countless stars of the sky. The bird being a ghost of a legend marking the footsteps of millions of lovers by building a dream of heaven for all while being a symbol of existence yet seemingly so dark. The holding crush of days makes the believe of heaven even stronger, the glowing stars mark every breath and every tear of hope for eternity while the quest for heaven remains in the soul and heart of the big black eagle. |
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i tried not to use punctuations but at some points i had to use some when necessary
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