The dew clung to our toes,
Like the way our shirts clung to our damp backs,
As we ran through the humid, yet cool fields.
We suck under the bushes,
And we hid in the shadow of the large oak trees,
Avoiding the detection of wandering guards,
Or worst, wandering friends, we didn't invite.
Through the winding road we walked,
The midnight moon milling above in the enclaves of wispy clouds.
As we reach the lake, and turn into the final field,
We positioned ourselves on top of the railing,
And together we craned our necks skywards,
To witness the vastness of space,
And the beauty and grace,
Of the stars and planets suspended on invisible strings,
And contemplate stuff like the earth and it's beings.
Hand encased in hand, we sat on the field now,
All is calm and quite; us smiling brow to brow.
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