The Snowy Owl

May 4, 2016

The crystal will dance beneath the sky

While music moves the soul

While breath, the hills lay reaching out

To grasp their final shawl

Heart’s precious gems are shredded now

Upon a barren field

Beauty, solace is gradually found

The owl has placed his seal

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