Meet me at the Beach
The moon flies,
the breeze sighs,
over the dark seas.
Here is a wall, a stubborn cliff,
above a raging water-whirl.
Here is a beach, where curling waves
meet wide sands and compromise.
The moon sighs – or was that the breeze?
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