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Owls
Even after the long bitter nights
The sun still burst over the frozen canvas
Flowering of butterflies
Stretch and twists of the willow
In the speedy travel of light
Our emptiness is illuminated
The less fortunate belong to the night
A shelter for the unwanted sights
The freedom of dark captured by a star
The torture of the day restrained
by its revolving reign of light
The balance is fair but brutal
We learn to adapt, to avoid
To venture when necessity becons
The wisdom of the owl
Nocturnal solitudes of bliss
The sun still burst over the frozen canvas
Flowering of butterflies
Stretch and twists of the willow
In the speedy travel of light
Our emptiness is illuminated
The less fortunate belong to the night
A shelter for the unwanted sights
The freedom of dark captured by a star
The torture of the day restrained
by its revolving reign of light
The balance is fair but brutal
We learn to adapt, to avoid
To venture when necessity becons
The wisdom of the owl
Nocturnal solitudes of bliss
Published 29th Jan 2012
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29th Jan 2012 12:50pm
is bliss indeed MrAlptraum, sometimes its just loneliness playing a solo melody. Good read.
29th Jan 2012 1:14pm
But of course one can be alone with an absence of loneliness Grace.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Thanks for reading and commenting!
29th Jan 2012 1:25pm
29th Jan 2012 1:45pm
Haha. Nothing lasts forever Grace. Patience.
The biggest loneliness i think is when you're not alone and not returned what you can't help but give.
The biggest loneliness i think is when you're not alone and not returned what you can't help but give.
