Read me a story.
Let my rest on the cold summer ground,
smell the fresh summer grass
and feel the soothing evening breeze...
I will close my eyes
and listen to the breaths you take as you whisper in my ear...
Let it be gentle, slow, soft...
Let my mind wonder high above the rooftops.
Let if float...
Let me believe the world is good.
When the story ends
bring me back to the fresh summer grass
with a gentle kiss...
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