Your hand in mine

Why don’t we just sit

Forever in this memory;

Hands touch and fit

In a shared territory.

Then a smile breaks

And you turn into

The most open and honest

Version of you. 

And the sun doesn’t set

On these kind of days,

In my mind etched,

Never to fade away.

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