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Sep 2017
Sun shines
spiraling in rays
Golden scissors
cut open day.

Heats fury
pumps into heart
feeling grand
make new start.

And here I be,
moving so free
like sacred bird
nothings absurd.  

We are one
inside sun.
We are one.
I saw the word Golden scissors written by Keith Edward Baucum and so this poem was born.
Born from rays of sun and a conscious mind.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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