Tingles in her feet

Beneath the stars, on dewy grass
she lies still,an eyelid bats, moist cheeks
Tingles in her feet.

The days were bright and yellow 
She wondered, how time flies and stands still
Tingles in her feet.

To be or not, to stay or to leave
She traces back, the photographs in her mind
Tingles in her feet.

The clouds are heavy and mud smells,
She wishes rain, cold on her skin and
Tingles in her feet.

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