I heard your voice
and turned my head
to the window
from whence you called
and I looked unblinkingly
for mystic bonding minutes
full into the glory of the sun
beaming in all its magnificence
through my forest trees
and caressing summer leaves
with a translucent golden-green glow.
(10 September 2011)
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