soft old sunlight
burning on our smiles
as we stand small as ants
beneath the wide sky
of a glowing August
eternity sparkles in that moment
ageless for a second
teenage dreams dance
like butterflies
attracted to the sweet flowers
of our young souls
the sun a burning Viking
dies a warrior on the hills
we stand together and watch
our heads brush against
the reluctant night sky
the air is life itself
and we breathe deeply
in the golden dusk
tomorrow is beyond
our imaginations
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Summer Night Stardust✅
Poetry//random poetry collection// original works//summer 2019//
