On the grass,
under the clear night sky.
She played with the stars,
shining in her dark brown eyes.
Warm feet,
cool in the breeze.
Her delicate fingers played with the leaves,
fallen from the maple trees.
A sweet smile,
kissed her beautiful face.
As the stars burnt bright,
as she glowed in their glowing embrace.
Her eyes and fingers traced,
their paths so intricately linked.
She didn’t want to miss this beautiful night,
and so, she hardly blinked.
She saw shapes and constellations,
shining bright in their glory.
It was almost as if they wanted her to come stargazing,
and listen to them as they told their story.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
On the grass,
under the clear night sky.
She played with the stars,
shining in her dark brown eyes.
Warm feet,
cool in the breeze.
Her delicate fingers played with the leaves,
fallen from the maple trees.
A sweet smile,
kissed her beautiful face.
As the stars burnt bright,
as she glowed in their glowing embrace.
Her eyes and fingers traced,
their paths so intricately linked.
She didn’t want to miss this beautiful night,
and so, she hardly blinked.
She saw shapes and constellations,
shining bright in their glory.
It was almost as if they wanted her to come stargazing,
and listen to them as they told their story.
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