Enchanting Owl

Eleven moons ago, my heart was drenched in blue.
Presently, sitting here on the bench, I can see through.
The place we used to love, with the clouds running like deer.
The place we used to visit, with the wind blowing at the rear.
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The night is young and wonderful; it is full of surprises and plights.
As the owl flew gallantly and silently with might,
Rested beside me, looking like a gigantic, proud statue.
It understood my tranquility and prudence, 'cause I'm always drowning in blue.
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Sailing the sea of unknowns and dubiety,
Salt air and a vast blue sky are present, apex in their variety.
Uncertainty is my lover; depression is my son,
Born from fickleness, but loneliness is constant; it's where all began.
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Counting the weeks to pass as the moon replaces the sun,
Until the new outweighs the old, emotion weighs a ton.
I kept the pain in silence; I kept the promise like an oath.
From flesh to flesh and bones to bones, the numbness is an outgrowth.
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One, two... When I open my eyes for the first time, the world is blinding.
Seeing the countenance of my  maker is a great meeting.
Limited in my ability to do anything for now, but I am ready to break free.
Taking my time to do great, taking my time eating my favorite puree.
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These unwanted feelings are new territory.
Looking at you is like a new, unparalleled story.
Your smile, your eyes, your body—it's a sign of a new age.
It's when pain and sorrow collide—a great article for the front page.
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Seven thousand sixty steps and two hours to manage
The sumptuous path of the Rainbow Bridge.
Every thousand steps revealed a momento,
A flash of the distant past, it's a sacramento.
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For the longest beat of this emerald heart,
As a tale as old as time, it takes more than a bloodstone to start.
Wanting to give the unpolished diamonds to the worthy one,
To keep the chrysolite of glee sparkled and to come undone.
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New beginnings, new journeys, new equations.
January is the first of many celebrations.
As February flashes by at the speed of light,
preparing for Lovestruck and falling in love with a wight.
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I will put in the box of memories:
My first step to say 'I love you', feeling filled with no difficulties,
My first step to open my eyes in this world innocently,
My first step in letting the tears flow breathlessly.
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I am alone; I am in isolation.
There is no need for tumultuous motion or commotion.
I can't reach the helping hand; I can't reach the lines.
Something stops me; something girdles me with vines.
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I was once a delicate thin paper and full of dullness.
Every time you ghosted away, I became inwardly lifeless.
You didn't even look twice and painted the whole sky blue.
Oblivious to my sound presence, I'm feeling high and hue.
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All of us have our own tapestry of personalities.
Different in every event, contrasting in all possibilities.
Smiling in the morning, crying in the evening.
You can be the light of the party; you can be the candle in the dining.
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Squeeze comfortably the fire...
to smolder all the skepticism in one's life that has transpired,
to light up the courage to face new trials and perspire,
to gobble the passion in triumphing the summit—it's a great shire,
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Do you still wish and pray for a happy ending?
To see is to believe, but my hope is descending.
Wanting to write my own phenomenal fairytale,
And finding my steadfast knight, but it is a fail.
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As a few moons were walking promptly into the realms of Coon's age,
The artist's impression clouded my ethereal cage.
Sunshine cloud is my virtue; midnight rain is my anthem.
I want to reminisce each day vehemently; I don't want to be the victim.
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Evergreen is a good metaphor for personage.
Transmutation through DNA; evolution through the ages.
The forest is struggling, and so is humanity.
Growth is a godsend; preservation is a calamity.
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I've been alone, and I abhor it.
I just wanted to find someone, but I could not afford it.
Where could that someone be? It was depressing.
So I asked God if he could give me something.
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Standing in the middle of nowhere,
I should have to blare.
To emancipate the pains inside of me,
And move freely, facing the sun with glee.
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Flumping here with forsakenness,
Telescoping my own consciousness.
With the radio playing our song,
A song of rumination has been playing all along.
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