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May 2020
the glimmering tides
glisten like December snow
in the faint moonlight

a short yet swift breeze
blows clouds of majestic surf
along salted rocks

the frigid air-strewn clouds
capture the faint radiance,
in each moonlit drop.

a thousand jellies
fly through soft luminescence
and for a moment

time is paralyzed
I decided to forgo punctuation and capitals on this (the only capital being in the word December)
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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