Counting Stars

As the fresh breeze hits,
And the waves start rising,
Underneath a clear night sky,
Away from the chaos.
There wasn’t any noise or other crowds,
Just the two of us,
And the car tucked away,
Next to the far away street light.

Our picnic spread was a classic-
We had pizza, a bottle of wine,
A box of disgusting chocolates,
And those crisps, I sometimes love.
Lying next to each other,
Holding hands and a little chatter,
And crashing waves, our music,
Counting the shimmering stars.

February 1, 2019

Author: Swati Jain

I am the girl who can talk and talk and talk and talk and still continue to talk. The most ideal way to make me heard is to share it with everyone else. I'm not new at this, but I hope to be in a uninterrupted continuation of posting what's on my mind! I hope you enjoy!

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