Hidden Things

May 8, 2017
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Like lava burning on a hazy day
The perilous, bleak truth escapes from me
Grim smoke is dancing every scattered way
Though graceful, there is much we will not see

A mighty swooping owl lurks in the night
The prey is seeking refuge, none is found
Away they run, no reason for a fight
Forever in the dark and always bound

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