sun
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A shadow on the wall,i move—a moment after the Creator,mimicking,but black. The in-between—the Sonand me. A sinthat puzzles,pieces me apart. And so, I remain—a shadow.
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By the ocean’s edge, where dunes rise high, A girl sits beneath the moonlit sky. She whispers vows to the glowing sphere, As waves crash blue, their song draws near. The salted breeze, with whispers low, Combs through her hair, still touched by glow. She pledges truth, her heart sincere, To the moon above,
BB Grey--musings 