Under the stars, the grass is cool against my fevered skin.
You are in silhouette, but I know your breath as it warms me.
The fireflies dance, as if in celebration.
The breezes carry your scent to me.
Iām intoxicated by the night.
If in a dream, let me slumber.
I do not wish the daylight to intrude.
Thank you for the reblog!
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Beautiful, Penny! Glad I found you on Jessica Bakker’s blog š
Jo-Ann
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Thank you! And thank you for the follow! Your Blog looks like a lot of fun. I look forward to seeing more of your work!
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Thank you Penny! Thank you for following me as well! I’m glad I found you!
Jo-Ann
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