Friday, February 9, 2018

Lay with me

Lay with me
Upon the soft grass
Lay with me
Watching the clouds roll by

The cool breaze blows over us
The morning dew wetting our clothes
Yet we don't care
As we lay here

Staring at the clouds above

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