Last night
Twas the best feeling;
The feeling of mine shirt off, just jeans, and none shoes nor sandals, bare feet and **** chest, and stomach to the midnight air; as I walked down by the river, as I always do, behind mine place....... Feeling the grass under mine feet, the blades, how they tickled mine toe's, the strange almost full moon behind mine back in the backset. The strange critter's looking at me in the wood's, and mine favorite part; looking up at the million's of star's, like little holes into heaven, wishing I was up there, looking down on everyone else as they were me.... Soon dearest stars, soon........



©Brandon nagley
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