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Aug 2012
I felt the earth careening
moving soft blue tides

I felt like I was dreaming
spitting out what hides

I couldn't tell meaning
the colors emphasized

scenarios redeeming
as I fantasized.

In earth blue tones
The miracle unfolds
To the end
from the beginning.

Wisps of white cold
set against azure sky

The secret so bold
look, and wonder why

So fresh, so crisp cold
to touch, oh to fly.

Sing to the Earth unfold
create with every cry.

Let us join hands
connected, let us smile.
To the end
From the beginning.
A prayer for life to our Mother.
Mark Albert
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