Under the Moonlight
The sand-unmoved- Alone with the ocean
The sun falls, sits waiting to be forsaken
No sound here, not even a small motion
The world sings out life that was taken.
A single star in a vacant, open sky
Seen by no one- Cries out her emptiness.
She sits alone, living only to die.
She is awakened by moonlights first kiss.
A shine from over the mountain's white tips
The shine rises over as a bright flame
A feeling of lost love from the lights lips-
A forgotten twist until nighttime come.
Once-once again, there's love at bright moonlight
The shine has now been put back into sight.
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