Wipe the dust off my smile,
And stay a little while
I'm in the mood to have some fun,
The night has only just begun
Lips that ever so slightly brush my face,
It takes me to a happy place
I run from tree to tree,
Secretly begging that you catch me
Slowly walking hand and hand,
Talking a talk that only we understand
There is so much time left to go,
So hold me in between the stars and never let go
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This poem shows freshness and imagination and does not leave the reader indifferent. Carry on!