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Morning light

What is love?

What is pure?

On top of a tree

On a hill, in spring

Has the strength of an arm

The olive in her peak

From the pain runaway


Though she’s light

Though she’s bright

In the darkness of a night

She appears, and bright eyes

Look around, ‘till it’s time


Now is when

She has dreamt

To behold land and sea

To go far and beyond

Of the sights of the dreams

And the mornings to come

By the wish of the sun

She will come 

She will come

She will make wonders live



By Marcial Vargas

Photo also taken by Marcial Vargas

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