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Mother's Nature
I see the harvest in your eyes,
like the fields that are yielding plenty,
like a bird on the wind in a southern sky,
when I'm near you my life soars by,
my hands, they long to touch your thighs,
if I could lay at your side
my joys they would be may.
Like a bird on the wing our life flies by,
a labor's harvest is not empty.
Love grows like the flowers that rise.
Like the wind through the mountains that tills the skies,
a kind heart is never empty.
P. J. Campise
