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Sunrise gives way to a dewy morning.
Sunshine shimmers a light that
Creates ripples upon a still pond.
Robins chirp high above on the
Trees wet leaves; conversations
That echo over distant hills.
A dragonfly, sapphire blue, folats
Above yellow daffodils as if
Gravity doesn't exist, creating
A silence in the soft wind.
An image in the distance,
A face, you?