Tops of trees flap lightly in the breeze blown west,
Wet grass at my back, smoothly gleaming like a pane of glass,
All seems as nothing because the stars are so bright tonight.
As seen from my point of view that evening,
The damn things were like diamonds gleaming
Could I have had her with me then, I'm sure,
We'd right now be best of friends, sitting on a branch somewhere,
enjoying a sun set, conversing once again over the probability of our dare.
I lie there under the blanket of night not caring ,though,
About past misfortunes; changes made could only alter my soon to come show.
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You have a talent for poetry. :)
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