Brown IconicFaces
It was my long summer vacations,
When everything mine was
satisfying
Every loud scream was a running away,
from Manuel and Rico,
Brown iconic faces of summer friends,
The nineteen fifties,
The world younger was
in formulation for the years,
the time of dispatched
for years to come,
Later on the big cities,
We've forgotten each other,
But these browniconic faces,
these distant images,
still lingers in my mind,
And you're awake,
You're dreaming again,
These times you've been
in your life,
becomes this rebel
standing against time.
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