Waves roll restless on the midnight shore,
Tides whisper secrets of forevermore.
Silver moonlight paints the drifting sea,
Calling old memories back to me.
The wind speaks softly through the darkened air,
Of love once lost, yet still somewhere.
Beneath the stars where shadows softly glide,
My soul drifts gently with the tide.
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May 28, 2026 at 5:14 AM UTC
Waves roll restless on the midnight shore,
Tides whisper secrets of forevermore.
Silver moonlight paints the drifting sea,
Calling old memories back to me.
The wind speaks softly through the darkened air,
Of love once lost, yet still somewhere.
Beneath the stars where shadows softly glide,
My soul drifts gently with the tide.
Moonlit Whispers is a journey through memory, loss, and longing beneath a silver sky. Guided by restless tides and soft midnight winds, the poem drifts between love once held and echoes that still remain. A reflective piece about the quiet pull of the sea and the emotions carried within its endless waves.
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