Sprawled in the lawns
Under the sky starry.
Flying on the wings of wind
A vagabond piece of cloud flies past.
Exchanging looks of unity.
Once in a while
A smile playing
In that secret pact of affinity.
Talking to one another
Primarily to ourselves
Of days past and favorite yearnings
In moments wistful and pensive.
We talk silly long into the night
Till early hours of morning
In slurs, drones and hmmms
We talk like drunken rabbits.
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