Gone
Location
all alone
in the midde of the ocean
the moon pulls upon the sea
without a choice
the tide rises...
but alas, the moon is a million miles away
i cant hold you in my arms
so i turn my face
from the pale blue ight
so no one can see
the longing in my heart
that glistens on my cheek
like the spray of waves
reaching towards the night sky
only to fall
upon the siler sand
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