Window

That window
Filtering in
The afternoon scene,
Talks so much about you,
You there sitting quiet,
Singing a song
Of love in winter,
And I looking at you
And simply thinking lines,

Your face getting lit by the afternoon gold,
And I writing on pages, songs and romance,
Dipped in you.

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