Mama (a poem for a friend who lost his Mom)

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Mama

We float along

In these places, faces making haste

Yet awaiting

This climb aboard the shores we can’t quite see

But reach

Out and back for

She seeks us too

A blue

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Creation is the way. Transformation today. Metamorphosis play. Onward. To lay out in desert degree.

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Creation is the way. Transformation today. Metamorphosis play. Onward. To lay out in desert degree.

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