Zywa Call for the owls

When I want to know something, I call

someone from the explanation folks
Strangers are my interpreters
and my guides in the web

Be my brother, my sister
give me a real kiss
We are family, we are birds

of a feather, we fly together
over the net that binds us
to what we know

: our golden rule
Hand In Hand, Have Trust
in yourself and in the things you do

Poem 867
Amsterdam, 2016-12-04

"We are family" (1979, text Bernard Edwards, sung by Sister Sledge)
Collection: Without reserve 
Keyword: Together: connected 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
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