ON ONE SPRING NIGHT, WHEN THE MOON WAS BLUE
And the sea shone silver-white,
He walked the shores of the sands of time
By moonbeam and starlight.
He wrote “I love you” in the sand—
The words he could not s…
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A love story courtesy of the Moon; about glowing sand, the whisper of the western wind, and singing silver.
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