The sky we looked down on was so old a snapshot of its birth, yesterday’s stars bristled over still waters the moon skimmed across its surface breaking those dark stems of reed, our eyes caught as flickers in that glassy blue-green. As silent as the birds, our smiles hid in shadows, we were held by the youth in our faces, believing we would never age. Believing we would never age, we were held by the youth in our faces. As silent as the birds, our smiles hid in shadows, our eyes caught as flickers. In that glassy blue-green, the moon skimmed across its surface, breaking those dark stems of reed. Yesterday’s stars bristled over still waters, a snapshot of its birth. The sky we looked down on was so old.
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