Petals And The Full Moon
Petals and the Full Moon,
peppered with flakes of stars;
Wishes become cobwebs,
children no longer hum;
Growing up? Belief ebbs.
Petals and the Full Moon;
After achingly long,
lovers find an embrace;
Swaying in reflection,
the sea gives in to chase.
Petals and the Full Moon,
lost in the ambience
romantic wheel in drive;
Restless fuse of rapture,
a perfect match will thrive.
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