Lying in a field of grass
wasting time, you and I.
Our thoughts shifting and drifting,
watching the clouds pass by.
The trees whisper gently
as the breeze ripples and winds,
joining in our conversation,
helping us pass the time.
Sometimes I stare at your profile.
Sometimes you glance my way.
Sometimes we clasp hands.
Sometimes we dance and sway.
Life seems so sweet and simple
as the sun sets in the sky.
Glancing, talking, laughing,
and watching the clouds pass by.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Lying in a field of grass
wasting time, you and I.
Our thoughts shifting and drifting,
watching the clouds pass by.
The trees whisper gently
as the breeze ripples and winds,
joining in our conversation,
helping us pass the time.
Sometimes I stare at your profile.
Sometimes you glance my way.
Sometimes we clasp hands.
Sometimes we dance and sway.
Life seems so sweet and simple
as the sun sets in the sky.
Glancing, talking, laughing,
and watching the clouds pass by.
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