the 7-foot long grass towers over us
our faces painted gold
as we walk through the stalks of grass
so gracefully
there's no better place to talk
we chat for hours
nonstop
our truths
our secrets
are kept by the green surrounding us
we could go on forever
but it's getting hot
and the day is almost over
we know to have to head home
as it gets dark
we look back
at the tall field of grass
and know we'll be back tomorrow
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
