Quietly the moon---
The sea is silvered by the moon,
its waves rustle the sand where I stand,
they speak in whispers to low for my ears
to hear.
Do they speak of you and where you are,
do they know if you are coming home or not?
The moon, the waves, the sand, absorb my tears
so quietly.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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