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The sun rises slowly,
rubs it's eyes on tender
blueness
peeks sleepily above blankets of
morning mist.
Fallen leaves
send ripples across once still waters.
Puffs of dandelion seed settle silently
on the surface
of the pond.
A fish leaps.
I do not see it.
But I share it's joy!
poem-copyright1994anthonybaldwin
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