faces

a place on a rooftop
from where i might gaze
at everything living alive below me
from where i can look so very far away
just to imagine
how things got this way
the sonder
that feels a little off color
a hint of dismay
a tad of too much gray
looks a very different way
from way up high
where birds
in a blue moon
fly by in white puffs
just below the hour called true
i see the many vibrant colored hues
of everyone
of everything
the changing faces passing by
the blooms
the…

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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