Once upon a time, there was a poetic
the moon rises, referring to the brightness
can be a lot of technology color shapes,
right center counterpoint from the inner
and thinner course, standing there....!
Shadowing moonlight shrivels the nearest
oceanic level, glares, and stares
downstream below average, an ultimate
night skies of blue, the darkish blue, all
that kissable northern stars came, it looks
like the gates of heaven, one festive wind
admit to blow, willing to find the way, little
tangled waves, reflective graves can make
one simple soundscape, underscore spiritual
music of love, the melody of passion heart
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-13-24
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