Under a bright, blue sky
Your laughter lilts and trickles
Through the upstairs window
Over the treetops
And the empty street below
Startling a robin
The first of the season
Trilling his young heart
Red breast puffed out
On the slender branch
Of the maple across the road
My eyes, dream drenched
Stretch for the morning sun
Lazy, resplendent
A hint of gold radiance
A tiny glimmer
Dazzling through white curtains


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    Well done!

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