Shouting spiral of prayers lost to the night
Hidden under the wings of the owl of sorrows
Dropped in the darkness of the forest of unbegotten loves
Dispersed in the glowing of the burgeoning of dawn
Forever unknown
To the days
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Loved it. ‘ Dispersed in the glowing of the burgeoning of dawn '…