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Late noon we stormed out.

Away from the dim lanterns light.

Between high grown grazing land

we were chasing one another

until it was as dark

as the time further of us.

The echo of a familiar voice,

sirens of evanescence.

Until eternity, this shall last!

The warm breeze of summer,

the fires dim light

and the kind watchmen waiting on the front door.

Tender he commands to come back inside.

In laughter, we refuse and protest,

until he himself starts storming into the grass.

The fond stroke of the field

and the calming shiver of the breeze

while chasing his own ghost.

He lets us rush through the field

only for one moment more.

For the joy, he had

when he was one of us.


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