Like a quest that scans a deep, dark horizon. Or the night spell of hide-and-seek silhouettes tracing a yearn.
To touch the skin of the moon.
Her Voice

Bubbling chalice of wave play
Stardust sprinkled chime spray
Ebb's tinkling caught on rimes
Moonbeam's soft, softer ray
Cloudburst flung to catch a flow
Storm tracing winds on the fray
Lapping shores wafting away, away
Dream chase to night lute's sway.

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