Acoustic

won’t you come with me?
just me
and you.
a barefoot walk
upon the grass,
your hand in mine.
just as free
as we’ll ever be.
a bottle of wine
and we will be dancing
among cool winds;
not even the stars
can outshine us.

~lt

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