On a cool breeze

We both saunter gently on the cool breeze gently holding the palms firmly to the palms like purple blue, nature snoozes too, protected by my petal gown we impressed each other in the air and what Gone are the days, our psyche shrouded in fog, the shining precious stone entered the glory. What's more, the surrounding environment has disappeared. We are both still holding our palms just to catch our breath.