Under the Crescent Moon
A crescent moon hangs
Low in the sky
Palm trees sway
A breeze blows by
The smell of the ocean
Adrift in the air
Serene and so peaceful
I don't have a care
I could sit on this shore
I could lay in this sand
Awed at creation
By magnificent hand
The beauty is splendor
Beyond human reach
I think I'll just stay here
Adrift on this beach
Rockman :-)
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