An owl on the snowy mountain,
A deer in the glittering field,
An eagle above my soul' s shouting:
Come down , stay in Peace and yield.
Your prayer like a river flows
Through wind, through bubbles on the waves,
My spirit listens, slightly grows
Above temptation of dark days.
Be well, be soft, your greyish beard
Saves all memories of us,
My verses sound little weird,
Sign me up for first grade class
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