Mangata
Reflection, a road leading to the moon.
The night rippled, waves crashing;
Ambiance so serene, nothing disturbed;
A mirror. A pure beauty, flawless stars
upon water spoke ever so honeyed to
the night. A calming of the storm.
Smell of salt, a cleansing of the air;
purifying ocean. Footprints tracked
the shoreline; disappearing but unforgotten.
The consciousness of love. I saw her at the
end of that road, her smile in the sky; a
crescent moon. I dove in unaware; sinking.
Anchored in love, drifting passion.
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