A Night, With the Stars
We spent the night—
once, in non-verbal talks, from rhythmic
folk steps in duple time
to a wild swaying. To enjoy life,
be totally free. A lover, friends
and me. Yes, me. I was there, to be with
them. They wanted loud music and
the exotic juices of an Agape plant, I
preferred a peaceful night. Still we
partied, with the ungentle winds
and my sentiments. The snapping chimes
of woods in lit and the boozes took
us down the field, presenting the earth and
the sky. I watched the night, with
drunken eyes. Ah, there were the stars
and me and the options
yet decided. The stars easily had it, and I dazedly
winkled, welcoming them into my world.
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