five minute poem about mitch

I would rather have you
than all of the stars
in the clearest of skies.
You are my all good things,
in this little piece of time;
this little life of mine,
which wants to be nestled
in that little life of yours.
Stay with me awhile.
Be my stars and clouds.
Be my green grass and trees
Be my shadows and colors.
Stay with me awhile,
and we can explore
this little scratch of life
together, deeply, exhaustively.
And hold shells to our ears
to hear people whispering
at the ocean. Wusssssh!
Living would not be so good,
if I could not live it
with you.

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