The blue moon of her dreams
And the ocean of the breeze
Wants nothing more
Than his dreams of her
To kiss her.
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The ocean is my current and I am the reality
PoetryThe sea opened like a flame And then broke the glass of the picture frame And all the pieces fell on the floor Except for the rose who wanted nothing More than to piece the heart of the story back together But except these two lovers Were the...
The BlueMoon of her dreams
The blue moon of her dreams
And the ocean of the breeze
Wants nothing more
Than his dreams of her
To kiss her.
