Like two flying owls
The Oak tree
Sheltered the winter from our eyes
Till summer came
I was found in your arms
Escaping now to the far eastern blue
A grandeur quest
To the rainbows pot.
We flew past the eternal sky
To a place uninterrupted
And filled with gold.
My gift to you is my soul, my flowering owl
I could give you nothing less
For you blessed me
With your colourful confident smile.
How bitter my life, now my Owl is gone
No will to fly, no reason why
Its black and Gold
My life is Dark and Old
K.Oni
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