The ripple of your thoughts
beckoned me for
a moon walk.
I was lying deep
under the ocean of blues
and my soul quiescent
on the mournful shell.
I wishpered to my soul.
a song of spring
rhymed the song of love...
chanted to wake my soul up.
Your thoughts
rippled again
tinged the ocean
Painted the shell joyfully
My soul ascended
and We went for
the moon walk.
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