The Night Owl

The Night Owl long poem

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Dark blue sky falls into night,
an ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles
sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine,
neatly quintessential resplendence
laying heavenly across the sky..

Old wise owl sings inside an old
oak tree with orange-yellow red leaves,
wind picks up the notes to the old wise owls song,
blowing them between the old autumn leaves
with the silent autumn breeze, blowing
music wishes between the tops of red
and orange-yellow autumn trees,
across the old dark forest, blowing away into the
dark blue sky, through the ever-glowing
heart-filled twinkles sparkling with the help of the moon
labyrinthine, neatly quintessential resplendence
laying heavenly across the sky,

The old man in the moon heard the
notes of music in the wind from an
old wise owl, the man in the moon
had a dream and started to hum.
The autumn night breeze picks up
the notes of music wishes
blowing away into the dark blue sky,
through the ever-glowing
heart-filled twinkles sparkling,
with the help of the moon labyrinthine,
neatly quintessential resplendence
laying heavenly across the sky,

The autumn breeze blowing the man in the
moon wishes ,howling through the tops
of the red autumn trees in the dark
forest ,breezing the autumn leaves,
crackling through branches of a old
pine tree waking up an old white owl,
she opens her eyes from the howling
winds of the moon and crackling of
her branch in her old pine tree,
she flies away to the top of the autumn
trees and flies away following
the howls of the moon,

The howls of the wind stop ,
and the old white owl finds a beautiful old oak tree
laying alone in the forest,
red,orange-yellow autumn leaves that let off a,
shimmering twinkle from the dark blue sky,
through the ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles
sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine,
neatly quintessential resplendence laying
heavenly across the sky,

Old wise owl awakes to crackle in his branch
of his old oak tree, opens his eyes, who are you,
you look like the white owl to the song i sing
every night to the dark blue sky,
through the ever-glowing heart-filled
twinkles sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine,
neatly quintessential Resplendence laying heavenly across the sky,

The following morning the old wise owl
explained his story to his friend
the blue bird how his dreams of wishes came true,
a white owl of my dreams blew in with
the breeze of the howl of the moon,
my song of my wishes to the dark blue sky,
through the ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles
sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine,
neatly quintessential resplendence laying
heavenly across the sky, have finally come true.

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Besides being a single mother i love to write , i have been writing for years being a free thinker i than free write into poetry or short stories has always been a passion of mine for many years since i can last remember just a little girl.
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