Your Poems Are Long And I Have A Hard Time Memorizing

come with me
we shall be holding hands
we shall walk under a sky full of stars
we will feel the soft caresses of the wind on this hillside

we close our eyes
and we kiss

there is no word that we shall waste

in that poem
the memory does not need any utterance

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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