The power of the moon,
as one shelter in its warmth.
A graceful proclivity that elevates,
the profound compassion to rejoice,
in its quintessential daydreams of nuisances.
Boisterous and its warmth as it apprises to the,
ocean that reflects back its majestic glow.
Dancing in its reflection of the imagery of love,
its agility moves with waves of the curves of the tides.
By way of seas, one capitulates and acquiesces to the,
fountain of the earth. One’s bravado may haunt many,
but the noble and bold relishes at the foot of the ocean,
as the moon directs and knights their request when one,
astute to its honor.
It was an edification of the rise of
the new moon was indicative of this announcement.
A convergence of the omniscient and obsolete, a sense of
solace and suppleness grappled the airy mist of the glow of dawn,
nothing venal or premeditated, but pure innocence and melliferous at the
core.
A copious sign was at the behest of the ocean, and the moon was the marker of a new beginning to arise, exulting the blithe as one raised the ticket of the sonorous.
One may profess with such august as the clandestine ball burst in the arid of an explosion, which only punctures the soothe and nocturnal when it comes, it rises and disperses the negative and allows the elated to lay in the bosom of the full moon.
Vivacious in its intentionality, that on avails when the soul is on fire, like the full moon that gazes with passion and intensity, because great passions can elevate the soul to great things when pushed through the fear and illuminate the power within like the sun, moon, and sky.
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