Moon drags her silver stylus—waves engrave sand.
Our bodies, hourglass, ride its sand.
Hungry tides carve sand.
Sighs press our secrets in the sand
Tidal pools whisper vows in sand,
then retreating waves unwrite sand.
Our love, rewritten as sand.
Dawn erases nothing.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
Moon drags her silver stylus—waves engrave sand.
Our bodies, hourglass, ride its sand.
Hungry tides carve sand.
Sighs press our secrets in the sand
Tidal pools whisper vows in sand,
then retreating waves unwrite sand.
Our love, rewritten as sand.
Dawn erases nothing.
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