Wonderment became a dream,
Then vanished as the stars in flight.
I listened as the owl called my name
as the breeze whispered a poem.
Time for leaving, time to go,
A tear fell to the drifting sand.
Moments fleeting one by one,
As footprints once upon the land.
Passing years may not recall,
An image of my writing ways.
But in the night of shadows near,
The owl and breeze will know my name.
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