Long walks while having young talks
about absolutely nothing
that matters, but something
kept us walking.
Midsummer nights glazed,
While music plays
Songs that don't exist
Except in our minds,
Love melodies of all kinds
Kept us walking
Turning right to, oh, what a sight
To see, to feel, to share
With the one who would dare
To keep walking
And talking about nothing
Our minds free as doves
Who are just as pure
As the love,
That kept us walking
-- Tameka Vasquez
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