A pale moon rises o'er the east,
pulling and pushing the waves beneath.
I walk on the cusp of this gentle tide, with each passing ripple my footprints subside.
I gaze at the glimmering lifeless stone, I wonder how it stands in the clouds on its own.
I stare as it crawls into the west, chased by a light that brings the days next.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
A pale moon rises o'er the east,
pulling and pushing the waves beneath.
I walk on the cusp of this gentle tide, with each passing ripple my footprints subside.
I gaze at the glimmering lifeless stone, I wonder how it stands in the clouds on its own.
I stare as it crawls into the west, chased by a light that brings the days next.
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