These Are the Days
Out for a walk late at night,
Bible reading by the river side
sitting under the stars
my hands in fear closed tight
Our voices carried far and wide
our laughs were lifted beyond the trees
echoes filled the air, the echoes of us three
and the rippling of the water tide
Wet grass soaked our newly cleaned jeans
weeds tickeled our hands
thirsty bugs crawled on our skin
A night right out of our wildest dreams
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