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Dance of the Eagles
Rolling like silent thunder,
An ivory-bronze breaker,
Sweep the clouds with our wings,
Slice the motes with our swings,
Silver aurous gaze,
Both our penna, glaze,
My choice is you.
We fly, then fall,
Together,
As two.

~ Based on the courtship spiral of bald eagles (31.08.23).

© Abigail Sim