Moonbeams 2

When the sun sets on a quiet bay,
the waters turn from red to gold.
When the moon rises,
the waters turn to white
under the moonlight.
Lovers stroll arm in arm
enjoying the enchantment that it brings
as love cascades on moonbeams
over every living thing.

26 March 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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