A meadow
With long grasses
Blowing in the warm summer air.
Blowing the sweet scent of flowers towards the middle
In the middle sit a girl and boy
Arms, hands, and body interlocked.
Love
Young love.
One the horizon, a storm is brewing
Storm clouds rising
Towering heights
Both boy and girl notice.
Neither moves
They wait
Drawing out the lovely moment
As
Long
As
Possible
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