through those fields
the ones that
stretch off into
the eternal sunsets
we can chase
those moments
into the night skies
where the stars
flicker to the rhythm
of the fireflies
in those fields
we ran through
we can hold on
to each quiet word
spoken in our eyes
and pen a poem
no heart could tell
but each sunrise
could sing of
we can sleep on it
there's no rush
to our next step
no need to force
any more words
we can hold on
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