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“close your eyes”
you whispered softly
as we played on the grass
where generations of children
had called it their own
(long before us)

the swings rhymed in tune
to spring’s coming song
and i couldn’t help but peek, and saw
the stardust sliding off your lashes
and the moon behind your dark dark hair
while the cool breeze kissed the twilight
(and your lips met mine)

maybe there’s not such a world of difference
when it comes to a wish and a prayer
(so long as they float
to somewhere where they
can be answered)

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