You remind me
You remind me of the sunshine
Dimples on your face like the half sun
Surface when you smile
You have become my pretty sunshine
The one whose face reminds me of the sun
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The Owl
Dark nights are your playground.
You steal through the quietness
Striking the air with great talons
Keeping guard of the lonely streets
While the night your element, watched
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