The moon lingers
Jealously holding on
Wanting to stay
The sun not ready for the day.
The beach is deserted
Not a soul in sight
The sun slowly awakening
Tired from the night.
Slowly the sun climbs in the sky
Revealing a beach to make you sigh.
Yellow and blue are to be seen
Now lit by the sun, all new and pristine.
Nov 25, 2018 @ 22:35:09
I love the way you have personified the soul and the moon. Beautiful poem and the pictures really bring it alive!
Nov 26, 2018 @ 01:14:45
Thank you so much, it is such a beautiful sight ๐๐
Nov 26, 2018 @ 05:29:31
Beautiful Sis ๐๐ happy
Nov 26, 2018 @ 10:28:36
Thank you Sis ๐๐
Nov 26, 2018 @ 11:46:37
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Nov 26, 2018 @ 10:52:55
Just beautiful! โฅ๏ธโฅ๏ธ
Nov 26, 2018 @ 10:29:29
Thank you Betty๐๐