
Call me your full moon.
Pull me close. I am your gravity.
Let’s crash along the shoreline
dip and dance to the rhythmic tides,
sparkle in the moonlight,
reflect in puddle-filled faded footprints,
and tangle amongst the seaweed.
We’re the water
the salt
the reflection
the tide.
What a great summer poem. I love the way you break up your poems.
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So delicate and tender :)
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You are always so nice, thank you!
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You’re very welcome, I’m just being honest :)
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Loving the images of the tangled seaweed, the salt, the moonlight <3
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A sweet comment from a really amazing writer. I’ll take it!
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