Silent Language 

We rested in the vast field 
A slight breeze blowing over the clumped, green grass 
We lay on the ground 
The cloth underneath us
Bumpy, like goosebumps rising on skin 
A basket in between us as we’re spread 
With intentions of giving 
But we still lay there in silence 
Keeping each other as our distraction
The rustling long grass our only music 
The suns not shining
But it is still smiling 
Not a word is spoken
Our eyes are speaking for us 
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else 
It was just her and I
In the peace of our language 


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