i want to hear the stick snap,
see the hawk’s wings flap,
stand on a stone and let the rain
wash my spirit clean again
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i want to hear the stick snap,
see the hawk’s wings flap,
stand on a stone and let the rain
wash my spirit clean again
spanishwoods 
I want to touch the sky,
let the starts twinkle in my eye..
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Lovely, keep going….
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every day 🙂
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Yes. 🙂
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Such moments keep me alive.
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Right. 🙂
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Beautiful poem, touching.
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Thank you.
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Very beautiful
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Thanks so much Gretchen.
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It echoes like a Native American sentiment felt many years ago! 🙂
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That’s interesting. And I will take that as a compliment as I believe that so many native thoughts were so much more connected to the earth in a positive way than our dogmas today.
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Really wonderful.
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Thank you Nicodemus.
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Such a darling little masterpiece!
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Wow, that’s an awesome compliment. Thank you.
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And deserved. 😁
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Thank you.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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