I am your mother. I make love to the moon.
You are a bird, downy-garbed, not yet ready to fly.
I drink the Earths tears each day I go high.
Your’e wide-eyed, lovely and filled with questions why.
Partake of my wisdom, together, we shall kiss the sky.
NUCLEARMIND ~ SCOTT UTLEY
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