Your Hand

In appreciation of all those moments that make our hearts skip a beat

The night nipped at my skin as I stood to watch the stars

Before the cornfields and beneath the infinite sky

Reminded of your presence as we stood side by side

With the tiny hairs of your arm allured by mine

The tops of the wildflowers illuminated by the moon

Rustled and bustled swaying in the sand

I found warmth against the breeze

In the moments spent holding your hand

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