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In the twilight's soft embrace, they take their flight,
Silent ghosts of the night, with feathers light.
Whispers of wisdom in their haunting calls,
In the company of owls, the night-time falls.
Their eyes, like moons, glow with an eerie grace,
Piercing through the dark, a cosmic embrace.
Guardians of secrets, of ancient lore,
In the realm of shadows, they explore.
A hoot, a screech, a haunting, melodic song,
In the midnight hours, where they belong.
Masters of the night, in silent flight,
Guiding lost souls through the starry night.
Their plumage, a tapestry of earth and air,
Cloaked in midnight, as if from a dream they share.
Invisible threads connecting past and now,
The owls reveal the sacred, take a bow.
They are the sentinels of the mystic night,
Guiding our dreams with a gentle flight.
In their wisdom, we find our way,
In the presence of owls, we wish to stay.
So, in the darkness, when the moon is high,
Listen for their whispers as they fly.
In the company of owls, we'll find our grace,
For they hold the secrets of the hidden space.
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Comments (1)
Very creative and powerful . Well done!