Imagine my carrying you across the sea on my wings…
before us, a division of winged angels
securing a path thru the clouds.
Put your finger tips together
and pulse
with that wonderful heart beat
pa-poom pa-poom pa-poom

turquoise and orange


from the cliff


calls the eagle mom

thru the clouds, the wind,

the waves her feathers spread for babe

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