Our Wings

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My Love and I, were leaning back in our chairs

looking up at the sky, drifting, barely awake

when we saw the wings, the power

of a hawk startling us, against

the blue.

    

It was over too quickly, as tiny blackbirds chased him

away from their nest, never relenting until

he disappeared. My Love and I joined

our hands, praying for the hawk

vowing never to forget

the power of

our own wings.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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