Silver Moon
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David Harris
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The silver threads of moonlight
lay across the waters of the bay
while on the shore lovers’ amble
within each other’s arms
as the dusk settles into silence
and the nocturnals come out to play.
The world is alive, but quiet
watched over by a silver moon.
3 April 2015
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