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Walking Under The Morning Sun
the trees line up to you
like you are a very important man
the sun lights your
way
like you are a celebrity
the winds of fortune sings you
your favorite song
your thoughts prop up
like mushrooms
the path unfolds before you
you walk on your feet
with a very personalized dignity
in this walk
all the grass look up to you
their lord
all the bushes talk about you
their anonymous
master
their guest uninvited
the stones as usual are silent
keenly observing
what happens next
and how long will you last
in this monotonous
Monday.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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