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Summer Night

cool grass on bare feet

like love in young eyes

innocent and free

dim light, a blanket of stars

so different from the day's heat

synonymous with mosquitos' sedate hum

tiny glimmers and flashes

swirl around our heads

small hands reach to capture their magic

soft sun-kissed hair

damply sticks to my forehead

for a moment cool breeze pulls it away

croaking frogs, whistling trains

remind me of my mortality