above us
the blue sky
with patches of white, pure and soft;
below
the trees and grass
gloriously verdant,
undulating lightly in the breeze
the shining sun
shimmering on rooftops and windows,
spilling golden laughter.
your gaze
fondly drifts across the sight
and you say ---
'it's marvelous. it's beautiful.'
and i say,
'no, they are no marvel
no beauty
you make them marvelous and lovely.'
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