The Owl-Duke
As the morning fog removed her mystic veil My eye-land got revealed into an island of an Archaic shape depicting some ancient symbol Like the “OM”, satiated by the beauty I decided To rest in the opaque greenery of the foliage. I am the owl-duke. sources:Discovery Channel.
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