in august
the sky is violet and the fire
warm
the clouds linger a soft
cottony shadow
the moon sits upon her throne
and i wait for the silence to sound off
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words less spoken 
Beautiful!
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Can’t take credit, the ocean is a beautiful goddess 🙂
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