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the light is gone with the dark flood
drowning leaves below sulking trees
cover up the stream for the night
I love this melancholic mood
I sing in to the gentle breeze
enjoying my wandering flight
I join the music of the wood
the dark roar of its minor keys
shines a wild and majestic light
over the tree tops I will soar
what could a lonely owl want more?
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Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis 
I love the wild, musical images in this one!
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I particularly like your first stanza, the leaves covering the stream, lovely image.
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This line drew me right in. It’s lovely … “dark roar of its minor keys”
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I like the sulking trees. I suppose I’d sulk if I lost all my leaves and had to stand in the cold, alone. I like the owl’s point of view.
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