… And the Moon…

See how the moon sits, half drunken rising like the night sun, as if unveiling the day that shines like night within your soul.

And just yonder, not even an eyes breath away I can smell the salt of the Ocean washing over my lungs. How I imagine this mischievous Moon dancing through the sparkling of that playful ocean, caught in a moment of Love that cannot be defined. – A

I miss you, my dearest Immortal Beloved.

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