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Morning on Galapados (Free verse) by Mikius
The sun rises
Red as fresh blood
It cuts the night
And calls the day
On the mountain
The companions
Treading snow
Travel on
As they move off
Deep in the snow
Thier spirits lift
With the dawn
The first rays
Caress the mountain
Like a lover
Knowing all the roads
And the sunlight pours
Like liquid gold
Across the slopes
Gently kissing the snow
The light comes
Bright hope
Piercing the darkness
To bring the dawn
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