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March 6, 2018

AQUILA

by The Nuclearmind of Scott Utley

 

 

I am your mother. I make love to the moon.

You are a bird, downy-garbed, not yet ready to fly.

I drink the Earth’s tears each day I go high.

You’re wide-eyed, lovely and filled with questions ‘why.’

Partake of my wisdom, together, we shall kiss the sky.

 

 

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