tall
stoic
silently
looking at me
with tears in their eyes they prayed to my crow
she flew into the clouds to fetch a ray
of old wisdom
the sisters
smiling
at
me
waving
gold spirit
pointing to the
north to stars and wonders ancient mothers
tending to their flock of wild night children
wind through their veins
kisses blown
angels
swoop
down
kiva
thunder roars
inside their wombs
with holy flesh of nations born of fire
and love traveling to the paradise
the mothers are
in the wind
quiet
strong

This is beautiful. ๐ผโค๐น
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thanks, Jen. its for Morrison ๐ glad you liked it ๐
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You’re welcome Hon ๐
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Colega poeta! This is too beautiful! I pictured Jim the all time, like that famous pic from his reflection on his carโs side mirror… but with such a gentle movement… Thanks for sharing
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obrigado, Poeta his poetry had a deep impact when i was a kid and to this day a little of that vision seeps into my scribbles ๐
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I can tell! His influence remains in your words! Beautiful, colega poeta! Obrigado
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Gorgeous.
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Thank you, Sue ๐
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This is lovely.
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thank you, Michele ๐
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Love this ๐
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thanks so much Willow very kind ๐
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