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Dec 2019
with their beautiful
yellows and blacks, turning
lion-hearted faces to a
southerly breeze, eyes
focused on the sun,
wedded to god and light,
their suns, a river of
dream,
their moons, the
thin drops of water
hanging on them
like rain on a stain-
glassed window.
beth fwoah dream boleyn
Written by
beth fwoah dream boleyn  England
(England)   
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