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The Milky way above us,

while in the road we sit

listening to the music of the wind

gentle summer breeze.



Together we sit, next to eachother

upon the hill, street crossing the town

all six of us.



Breathing slowly, awing at the shooting stars

darkness of night around us and moonlight

shining on us.



Trees swaying in the breeze,

gently creaking

smells of eucalyptus trees surround us.



I have yet to forget this land,

beautiful summer nights,

spent sitting underneath the stars.



Speaking of the day,

nights that had passed by

whispering about our loved ones

and how they have tamed our hearts.



Getting up, now two a.m.

we walk back home

and fall asleep listening to the crickets of night.