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The azure sea waits
As the skipping stone dances
A thousand moons sand
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Comments (8)
So glad I found this gem tucked away! Beautiful words
Nice
Very good!
A thousand moons sand. That is a unique last line.
I felt time stretching out along that shoreline...beautiful imagery :)
Aww wow this was so lovely 🥰 it felt like music 🎶🎶
Fabulous!!!
Dana - one has to work a bit for this - which is nice (to me, not sure about other rearders...) there is some very lovely imagery here - soft, from azure to the stone, to moon and sand...hidden implications - the patient sea, the thrower of the stone, how many more moons for the stone to come back- and what will it be then? and more within.... pretty compact piece of writing.