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BILL
BILL
I see the gold flowing out of you
and you are like a sun
like a moon
like a star
like an angel
like the song you sing
like a dragonfly
like a lion
like a birch tree
like a white flower
like a pale bird
like a sunrise
like a lamp
like a waking cat
like a baby
like a rushing stream
like a knight
like a moth
like a silver cup
like a bright fish
like a snowflake
like a storm
like a god
like a beautiful thing
singing in Mothers’ garden.
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author bio:
Siiri Cressey