Night Dreams in the Valley
(by Kristi Gale Zemas)
High up in the oaks
A gentle rustling of wings.
The call...
A familiar one.
Floating across the valley,
olives and grapes below.
The call...
to a mate, a loved one.
The dance through the leaves has begun.
Owls,
Graceful and light, spend the night, high above.
Looking for that loved one,
to float with through the Valley of Dreams.
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Very creative..lots of hard work and thought put into this.
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