Thursday, January 4, 2018

The Talk

We sit on the hillside and talk
In the dying light of the day
We talk about our hoprs and dreams
We talk about our plans and our scheames
We talk about love and laughter
From now and here after
The sky turns from blue to orange, red, then purple
We continue to talk
Long after the stars arrive
We continue to talk
Soon howver we grow tired
And with our jackets as pillows
We sleep beneath the stars

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