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Feb 2020
sitting with you, on the meadows,
slowly leaning my body against the ticklish grass on the ground,
head on top of your broad chest,
where i can hear your heartbeat, the warmth feels like home.
watching the night sky, the stars shimmering bright,
the moon illuminating the reflection of the sun’s light,
shooting stars falls,
and fireworks spread out, slowly falling down,
talking about, our life,
oh,
i love you.
realising that; i don’t have a partner to feel this .
Written by
naj
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