Faces In The Morning Light
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Juan Olivarez
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Faces in the morning light,
Fluffy clouds are rolling by.
An ever amazing sight,
In the morning's Earthly sky.
Beasts and dragons even friends,
Or an often famous face.
Carried high on gentle winds,
To some magical, enchanted place.
Morphing, changing all the time,
In perpetual movement all.
In an everlasting mime,
Heeding someone's unheard call.
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