The owl’s chant

on

The mystical sight behind the blue shadow of the night

Whisper me a song of nonchalance

Help me to take flight

Spare me the last chance

Beneath the river’s cry embrace my cold touch

Melancholic winds blowing over the forgotten mist

A farewell without saying much

At least I know that you do exist

One soul divided

A reason to be excited

This love is forbidden

A reason to be forever hidden…

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