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Jul 2011
Cold sand
Sifts under my toes,
As my heart leads me
Closer to the shore.

The moon is king,
And sits high above
His shimmering castle.

Millions of stars dance
Around him, joyfully
Entertaining their majesty.

The waves beat with a
Steady rhythm upon the sand,
Providing music to the kingdom above.

The pulsing gets louder, and deeper
As the stars soar within the blackness,
Illuminating the coast, and the beautiful
Violence of the night sea.  

We watch in awe, glowing smiles on
Moon cast faces. The shore is a
Thrilling show, and tonight, we are
It’s only audience.
Kirsten Christine
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