I am the Phoenix... the bird in mythology that dies in flames (or when hurt by a foe) and is reborn from the ashes. Otherwise known as "Fenghuang" in East Asia (Mythological), the bird symbolises power sent from the Heavens (to the Empress). It symbolises loyalty, honesty, decorum and justice of the person or people who live in a household that displays this fine symbol.
This bird, it is immortal and invinsible- a symbol of fire and divinity.
Yes, this is my bird, and the symbol of my gorgeous family!
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Describes you well!
I used to feel like a phoenix. I was constantly tearing down and rebuilding my personality. I haven't had to do that in years, now, and am so grateful.
I'm probably a crow.....bitch, bitch, bitch.....and crabby too.
Cool!
A Goose...
Eats...Shits...Squawks..:-)
I've been likened to a vulture - I get to rip the unwanted to shreds, apparently lol.
I am the "Headless Chook", running around in increasingly-smaller circles seeking something that cannot be seen! rofl rofl
I may be a lark, because I am always up and firing at crack of sparrowfart...no matter the night behind...it drives my sisters crazy...my head is clear as crystal and its seldom not all good.
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