I walked barefoot
on cold sand,
the sea rumbling
at my feet.
The moon, I
and the sea
were woven
in soundless symphony-
Of eclipses
Of low tides
Of memory
Becoming a stranger.
And,
the blue-veined moon
the silvery sands
the iridescent sea
in a trance
under somnolent stars.
on cold sand,
the sea rumbling
at my feet.
The moon, I
and the sea
were woven
in soundless symphony-
Of eclipses
Of low tides
Of memory
Becoming a stranger.
And,
the blue-veined moon
the silvery sands
the iridescent sea
in a trance
under somnolent stars.
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