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A flock of owls,
with heavy wings,
weep and hope,
for better things.
A spotted bird,
with widened eyes,
observes the moon,
and all it's lies.
A battered soul,
from years of pain,
was put outside,
in the weeping rain.
A broken heart,
that's never whole,
is just a symptom,
of a haunted soul.
So don't be scared,
to chase the cars,
and forget the sight,
of the falling stars.
We are falling,
but that's okay,
we had eachother,
until our dying days.
Just like you promised.

- Title: Midnight Owls
- Artist: Alcheemy
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Description:
I am a little rusty, for I have written very little in a long while. I hope you enjoy it, and I should have a new poem up soon. This is really simply structured, it is just a kind of 'ice-breaking' poem, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, it's a cute little poem I actually don't mind, for I am rarely overly-fond of my own work, mostly because it's mine. Haha, we all find flaws in things we compose, it's true.
Enjoy! - Date: 05/30/2011
- Tags: midnight owls
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