The Owl Who Cries At Night
Screeching through my bedroom walls,
time moved on, I hear a song.
Signaling that she’s here.
Convincing that she is an owl to fear.
Her cries and cries at night make me wonder if she’s alright.
There was no peace in the gloomy nights,
Her reflection woke up the spirits, brought them into light.
A war I wasn’t aware of,
I was ignoring the sense.
Whaling on the last breath,
It’s time I give it a rest.
In some way, our cries stopped at once
I open the door, and there was silence.
Please tell me it’s been done.
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