Tiny paths in the morning grass,
crickets hum as the hours pass
We skip stones across the stream,
soft and slow like a waking dream
You point up, I laugh aloud
Chasing silence through the cloud
We run through the pebble garden,
barefoot and without a pardon
The world was spinning just for play and nothing dared to slip away
Your smile stayed long afternoon
Under fig trees sharing fruits,
singing songs a little out of tune
We kept the sun inside our hands and never thought to make a plan
You point up,
I laugh aloud Chasing silence through the cloud
We run through the pebble garden,
barefoot and without a pardon
The world was spinning just for play and nothing dared to slip away
Let the stones remember where we stood
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