Their Promenade

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Details of a soft brick square
Watch a grateful face,
And a sweet despair
Of her impossible luck

And endless love that outruns the night.
The dark is quiet
For them to hide in sight.
The moon makes wafting shadows.

Agéd steps smile to praise
Their walk in pale light.
Sparkling stars gaze
Like they do with open eyes.

The night sings it's melody
They listen intently.

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