Linda K. Vasconcelos Poems

She mounts the heights, with golden wings
And blends to patterns of blue and white.

With vision clear, she observes
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The jester plays his game for all
To make the people smile.
Hiding behind the mask of mirth.
Forgetting for a while.
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The rainbow colors of sunlight
Danced on his alabaster mane,
As he galloped the painted desert
In search of what he'd claim.
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