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the waves call in the breeze, to the moonlight
offering their dance for display
secrets they save until midnight
where the nocturnal creatures come play
the moon sets the tone with its warm glow
the sun hangs around to observe
the shadows and waves, dance on the sand, toe to toe
as the stars through the clouds soon emerge
Moonlight falls from the sky, bright bubbles exploding
floating their way to the ground
into the darkness, foreboding
crashing without making a sound
stealing the show from starlight
smiling while we gaze in delight
the moon sets the stage for the sunrise
releasing the sun from the night
Stealing the stars from our eyes
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Comments (3)
This is such a sweet ode to the moon… I love the rhyme! Beautiful lines: ‘ the waves call in the breeze, to the moonlight offering their dance for display secrets they save until midnight where the nocturnal creatures come play“🩵
Love the image and the words matched it, thank you so much for this
What a stunning entry; truly ethereal!