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Jan 2010
A banquet of clouds dance a ballet with the sun
As the morning arrives and the birds awaken
It is quiet
Pure
Still in your robe
No makeup on your face
Watching the sun reveal itself from the horizon
The ocean is scattered with gold flakes
The birds rejoice at the marvel of it all
And take flight
Valerie Brooke
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Valerie Brooke
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