Summer skies sneaking past the trees,
Snickering sun reflected on the placid lake,
Demure ducks gliding across the mirror,
Tickling the laughing face of the sun,
Whispering birds perched gingerly...
And none of these have tongue to tell.
We steal a tender passionate kiss
Without fear of revelation -
Or betrayal
In spite of the witnesses.
The summer knows...Our hearts know...
God knows!
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