Watching You Walk in the Tall Grass


Yes I do dream about you and I, in the green, watching you walk in the tall grass,

our fingers lightly touching, a breeze gently moving your hair

as you smile at me. Do you remember filling our

buckets with strawberries?

And I love the way

the sun brushes your cheek

in the fields

of June.


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