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The Day Love Flies
Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.
Our spring love, her wing takes flight—hands find sweetness within our thighs.
Mother Eagle, ever watchful, for the day love flies—goodbye.
Your laugh was a fawn, soft-footed and shy,
Caressing my breasts, our fingers explore sweet-shivering highs.
Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.
A...
Thursday 3rd July 2025 10:39 pm
Red Poppies On An Autumn Day
Red Poppies On An Autumn Day
Never forgotten – here to stay,
a symbol of the hurt and pain
where young men will forever lay.
The old man sells and we will pay
to wear a token for the slain -
never forgotten – here to stay.
Would they have approved? Who can say
If what was lost was worth the gain.
Red poppies on an autumn day
They had little choice ...
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