One Summer Morning

As boughs fragrantly-laden
Dance high above in the light summer breeze
We sit just you and me.

Having played mirthfully on swings
Kicking heavenward
The sun drenching kisses on our smiling upturned faces.

Contentedly we now blow bubbles
Time standing still
For us alone.

This sweet moment
You with me
And me with you.

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