Little,
leaping moons
of reflected light
silver-gold spark,
sun on water.
Spray smacked face,
sail against sky.
Sun warmed skin,
wind pulled hair.
A sail at sunset
could carry my soul
to heaven.
of reflected light
silver-gold spark,
sun on water.
Spray smacked face,
sail against sky.
Sun warmed skin,
wind pulled hair.
A sail at sunset
could carry my soul
to heaven.
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