The night wraps and embraces with a lullaby’s song,
Once more,little birds nestle at their mother’s breast.
The sun hides away, the moon shines even brighter,
The trees sway softer and softer in the hush,
And somewhere, in a cozy corner of the great Earth.
People sleep,gathering their strengths.
But somewhere, one girl exists,
She sits by the window,
She looks like an owl,
Drowned in the endless dark,
While the darkness spins around her,
And even in daylight, perhaps forevermore.
A night owl
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