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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