Tawny Owl Are you hither Your rustle is heard Like a whisper 🌑 Your presence I can sense That eerie feeling and suspense 🌑 Always close but never seen Hidden in the tree so green
We ask the Sky what will do To fix a world broken and blue 🌑 The Sky replies love is the cure Arise the masses honest and pure
As the Incense rises the Spirits peer Searching for a Soul who sheds a Tear
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So true…
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so true
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