It was an agile September night in Southern Utah.
Heaven showered twinkling lights on her.
When shooting stars flew everywhere,
I watched a fire consuming her history.
Happiness flourished amid cacophony of crickets;
I heard loud illusions but she listened to the hope.
We burnt throughout the red mountains and desert-
I was blue and she was pink.
Tears fell upon the Milky way at the dead of the night.
She whispered, "the brightest road is our dreams."
Ah, we are fading fast into asymmetry now!
Heaven showered twinkling lights on her.
When shooting stars flew everywhere,
I watched a fire consuming her history.
Happiness flourished amid cacophony of crickets;
I heard loud illusions but she listened to the hope.
We burnt throughout the red mountains and desert-
I was blue and she was pink.
Tears fell upon the Milky way at the dead of the night.
She whispered, "the brightest road is our dreams."
Ah, we are fading fast into asymmetry now!
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