Mar 2017
On a bench , in a park
when the sky was dark
a lady next to me was speaking
things I was not listening
for I was busy watching
an owl who was flying
away disappearing
in the nights sky .
when the sky was dark
a lady next to me was speaking
things I was not listening
for I was busy watching
an owl who was flying
away disappearing
in the nights sky .
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)
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