He was beaming full
She was beautiful
The wind gathers
Cooling the rustling of the grasses
The chirping of the crickets
The watching eyes of the stars
We sat lovingly on a smooth rock
The night thickens
Like little children, we looked up
Watching the half-plate-like moon
Traveling, slowly, quietly.
For some seconds
The moon got lost.
The air slew cold.
Breathless, we coiled on each other
And the cloud openned.
Seeing paradise
With no words, our fight died
And we fell in love again.
A dreamy star stared. Approving.
Slowly, her eyes got filled
And her tears peeled
Mine gathered only.
I held her
Her head on my shoulder.
It was peace,
At last.
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