That Day, The Sky

That day, the sky was blue and we
Could feel the sun upon our skin,
The grass was white and emerald, and
There was no crowd, no rush, no din —

Out there, the earth was ours to hold,
And so we held on, soft and long —
That day, the sky, and you, and I
Were perfect right,

And perfect

 
Wrong

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