Perfection
sitting in the cool grass
the dewdrops of the morning soaking through to my skin
sending small shivers through me
we're leaning against a tall tree
which casts shade over us, blocking the quickly rising sun
i'm in your arms
you're talking about something
but i can only hear the sound of your voice
can only feel the touch of your hand on my body
a bird sings its melodies somewhere above us
we kiss, softly
as nature shows its pure perfection
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