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Mar 2015
Cosmic hearts
with moonshine eyes,
wandering toes
through nights dark disguise.
Gnarled root nails, behind
white cotton clouds
dusted, warn boots
thump through thick cattle crowds.
Silhouette sunsets
that glow like the heat,
planes like a painting
a marvellous treat.
Huge starry skies
as far as one can see,
stand small on the ledge
feel the rush of the free!
Feel that wind softly blowing
a wondrous, soulful gust,
one word for this feeling,
The Black Raven
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The Black Raven  Australia
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