Sunday was gentle.
I was finally out of the glass room, strolling in the garden.
Recollecting them pieces,
it was crazy, or should I put it magnificent,
that this pace is a very smooth one,
too smooth that it was hard to notice any signs.
....that it was so much a form of give and take,
proportioned that it seems,
so much like the law of nature.
I didn't have to think complicated,
when I made no hesitations to give,
I saw you come back in return.
It was as pure, as honest, as direct as it seems,
there was nothing hidden behind the naked eye.
I am more than grateful on what comes upon me.
Thank you.
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