the star scattered sky
& the moonshine neglects
the grass where we lie.
the wind whispers gently
of always and forever.
a murmured melody
of a love-lit endeavor.
but,
unremarkable: the scene.
dull and matchless
compared to he,
his love, a promise.
[debating the last stanza.
something sounds wrong,
and i can't make it work.
it's driving me crazy.]
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