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(MELISSA'S)   ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME


WHY DO I MIMIC THEIR MUSIC

AS THEY CALL--

I SAY TO THEM, MY FRIENDS

THE CROWS, WHO ARE MY BROTHER-SISTERS

OF THE SKY--

I'LL JOIN YOU ONE DAY,

BUT NOT YET.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (LITTLE CROW FEET)

THE SUN IS A HEALER

AND SO IS THE MOON

AND SO IS THE RISE AND FALL

OF THE BREATH

OF A LIVING DAY AND NIGHT--

TOGETHER WE ARE CIRCLES

CYCLES INTERTWINED

IN EACH OTHERS TENDER GRASP--

WE HOLD ON GENTLY

********************** (THE STARS BLINK AND ACKNOWLEDGE MY SEEING THEM)

EACH DAY IS SINGULAR

IMBUED WITH THE TEXTURES

AND TASTES

AND SHADOWS OF NEW MEANING

AS I NEAR THE END

EACH MOMENT IS NOT SQUANDERED

BUT BLESSED

LIKE NEW BORN BABIES

UNACQUAINTED YET WITH THE WORLD

NOT YET KNOWING

HOW THEY WILL NEVER BE POOR.

HALLELUJAH

(YAMO BE HERE NOW--I HAVE CALLED)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM AND ALSO FOR THIS POET
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
TIME AND DATE STAMPED  MARCH 3, 2021....4:51 PACIFIC STANDARD TIME...






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