The Liberal Lens: Finding Life in the Moment

This poem was made back in 2009, when I was about 10 years old. Felt it was worth sharing on here.

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There is a snowy owl in me
with feathers as soft as the wind of twilight’s night.
The bones are as strong as a branch from a tree,
it keeps silent, like the night before Christmas.
It flies like an arrow, straight and soundless.
It lives inside my soul.

It makes me worried that it will soon take over,
and makes me sad for cooping it up.

It makes me silent and think,
I wish I could free it yet keep it.