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Like Sky
You pluck stars,
and hold them
in the palm of your hand:
shadow-birds are eating!
You mould suns,
and lift them
from the palms of your hands:
fire-birds are heaving!
You weave clouds,
and fold them
to the palms of your hands:
thunder-birds are beating . . .
You paint drops,
you blend them,
draw bows
and bend them
along the palms of your hands --
and I . . . ?
I love you, like Sky
30/04/2013
You make life so beautiful, my Love...Thank you...
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