That evening, we walked hand in hand,
Through the dreamy town
that wore a cloud crown.
Memories drag me back.
Slowly the mountains wore
the robe of darkness.
We looked at the lights that shone afar.
We hopped and skipped to the stream
barefoot, singing, laughing at silly jokes.
Careless, slipping and tripping and holding back.
United; we became the stream,
rushed through the rocks
with zeal to drown the tall pine trees.
Fireflies blinked around us.
They were teasing us, saying;
we know what it's to be in love and
they sprinkled some sparkles on us.
Glittering with glow we crossed
the colourful markets,
still dreaming, rising and falling and
wrapping ourselves in them.
When we looked up
the sky looked comforting
the breeze soothing
calling us...
Before we realised; we became them.
The stream, the fireflies, the grass,
the breeze, the mountains and the sky....
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