Apples
in a bowl
on a wooden table
glowing
in a beam
of sunshine
A window
facing trees
gently moving
in the winds
of Summer
A hand
pooring coffee
for a friend
at the table
Senses intermingling:
apples, wood, summer wind
talk and friendship
in a timeless moment
of simplicity
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