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Jevon C., n/a, NV By JackShadow22, Henderson, NV

I see,
the wind whispers:
sweetness of our Mother.

Oh her shoulders we stand;
she never tires or withers.
She loves us with care.

I see,
Mother, how do I see?
The green of your hair?
The brown of your skin?
The necessity of your breath?

I see,
My intentions are clear,
From you I have departed.
Mother, I need,
Your wisdom I heed.

How I torment you;
You provide for me;
Your anger I understand.
Set me right Mother.

Through your blue eyes, I see,
You are weak and need my help.
Your children are here,

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