My Friend and I

by Divya aged 14

We walk and talk.
The trees tower above.
The moonlight shines down.
Our thoughts and ideas flow in the wind.
Our jokes, our memories, our wildest dreams.
We laugh, talk, and laugh some more.
We smile and chatter on and on.
We could joke around for hours and hours.
My friend and I.

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