(a poem)

Photo by Tim Collins on Unsplash

You sit there,



    fluid as time itself,

You sparkle,

Your every word a proclamation of love and light,

    every movement a songbird’s note,

    floating thru the open window on a spring breeze,

Cherry blossoms land in my lap.

The audacity!

    How dare I sit here, while you sparkle so?

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