Moonlight

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the sands abiding ensued by the pale sea
always watching the crashing waves
coming back and forth for he—
little did know that was his role;
accept them come and go
since he is not a boat:
with or without a rider
he cannot sail and float
to become a survivor.
–the sands so calm and fine
perpetually welcoming
the ocean's salty lies
which after they enter,
they'd anonymously
leave without goodbyes.
so the poor and now the wet sands
gazed onto the starry skies
and made a little wish
for his already tainted sides.
he then sighted the azure luna
of late coming from below
its' horizon not that dark.
that moment she entered the scenery,
she made her way into the depths
of the ocean tides
as she beautifully filled
the waters with her blue glamorous light.
removing the sands' mournful plea-
as she,
were born as a new ocean wave–
tasked and were meant to hug
the unpainted sands
as they humbug
the folorn of their history.

they united as one and shined graciously like they owned the night.
-relishing the dusk's remaining time and changed what Beethoven composed:

"There is a moonlight note in the
Moonlight Sonata; there is a
Prismatic Light in an awful skies."

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