Rarities

by Something Strange   Nov 21, 2017


The sun shining through the trees,
The grass waving with the breeze,
Laying here,
Just you and me.
Hands intertwined,
With you whispering sweet nothings in my ear,
Moments like these,
They're rarities...

~~Something Strange ~~

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