We waited beneath the stars
for the moon to lift itself
from the edge of the ocean,
from the dark line of the horizon;
it came, a ball of fire
striking at the heart
of love.
MOON ON THE RISE
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We waited beneath the stars
for the moon to lift itself
from the edge of the ocean,
from the dark line of the horizon;
it came, a ball of fire
striking at the heart
of love.