When the Spring tree
Notices its green leaves
Shimmering as it peers
Into the clear blue lake
When the setting sun
Shares its warm glow
Lighting the leafless tree
With its dusky orange
When I see past
The marks of time
And see a bit of you
In my changing reflection
When I see myself
In your sweet smile
And wonder…
Do you see it, too?

simple but deep and deeply moving —
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Thank you, John. ☺️
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Lovely, Kelley.
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Thank you, Mitch. That means a lot to me. ☺️
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