A Night That Sprouted A New Life
The Sun dies,
So her true love,
The Moon,
Can be reborn.
The waves crash
Up against the sand,
Creating a song,
Made only for us.
A symphony of light
Performed by the stars are
Conducted by the
Gathering patterns of clouds.
Smells of flowers
And salt,
Dance across our noses,
Presenting their raw souls.
We spill words of
Truth that
Acquaint us two
Bonding our spirits.
As the night
Falls upon us,
The wonder for the
Future is stirring.
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