To Mother Nebadonia
I thank you for that wondrous wonder
You sent to me today,
gracefully on the roof just landing,
and stay, and stay, and stay…
The words are not to find on Gaia,
such Beauty to express…
The loveliness, the magic wonder,
and Godliness, no less…
It seemed to me, it took you years,
each feather gently paint…
In that perfection, in that wonder:
Artistry of a Saint!
I thank you for that wondrous wonder,
of Beauty and of bliss!
So much I wanted to embrace him,
and childish give a kiss!
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Cosmic Liberty 