Unveiled – Reminiszenzen

The golden morning passed slowly by.
The sun was getting stronger all the time.
And to beginning to burn off
Stretches of wispy cirrus clouds,
The sun was blazing high.

It was shaping into a perfect day,
It was the day of your arrival.

The uninterrupted light,
Bearer of glad tidings,
Brought with it a luminous magic
That not even I have seen before.

All seemed brighter, clearer,
As if seen through some
Magical magnifying glass,
Mirrored in an explosion of sunlight…


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