She walked in Palaces of old
And shone much brighter than the gold
Her feathers soft, with silky glow
Imbued with magic, dreams to know…
A sacred prize and wars were fought
And Princes died as her they sought….
O’er layers of time her legend fades
And she drifts softly with the shades…..
I love the mystery and magic of the white Peacock...
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