While I was staring at the moon,
I was lost in my longing to hold...
The moon's light in my eyes,
Suddenly there came an owl...
Blind to the light during the day,
It started hooting at sleepers,
Who sleep during the night...
Missing the tuneful sound divine,
In the stillness of night.
Mykoul
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