Soaring colorful crow

As I grew with age I felt like a naked baby bird
In the world without feathers
Vulnerable and unaware of my surroundings
But as I gradually aged I started to see
The world and the beings in the world in
numerous amounts of perspectives
I see pain I feel pain
I get a feather
I see death another feather is grown
I feel joy I grow another feather
I continued
I see love feel love
there it is more feathers that appear
I grow next thing I know
I am a colorful flying crow
Deciding where to go

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