Moon on The Rise
Ebbing tide as you turn what mysteries does your wake leave for me ripples in sands with frothy smiles whelks of shells stranded high and dry scurry of crab as you dig and hide stars of fish who once
Ebbing tide as you turn what mysteries does your wake leave for me ripples in sands with frothy smiles whelks of shells stranded high and dry scurry of crab as you dig and hide stars of fish who once