No Fight

I caught you outside in the garden;
Kimono was slight.
The wind was so fresh in the garden;
Your eyes shy, lips bright.

I held you in the shade of a tree;
Kimono was light.
No other place I would rather be
When you said, “Alright.”

There was no one but us in the garden;
Kimono, no fight.
The sun felt so warm in the garden,
But you were more bright.

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