all alone

in the midde of the ocean

the moon pulls upon the sea

without a choice

the tide rises...

but alas, the moon is a million miles away

i cant hold you in my arms

so i turn my face

from the pale blue ight

so no one can see

the longing in my heart

that glistens on my cheek

like the spray of waves

reaching towards the night sky

only to fall

upon the siler sand

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