I layed on a blanket spread on the cold ground. Not alone, I looked up at the stars, And wondered what I'm doing here on this wild and crazy earth. A cold hand grasped mine. Hand and hand we watched as a shooting star passed by. He asked me how I imagine the skies above. I thought of the fantasy I've always known. Millions of people with feathered wings, gold halos, and white robes; Each floating aroung to land on a cloud of their choosing. We stared up in awe at the unknown. One night together was all we had left; We spent it on the blanket on cold grounds.
Reason for writing:
It was a great experience! We'd have had more of them if he didn't have to leave!
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