At the sea-shore
Starry radiance wounded,
Peeped from above
The Lover and beloved with gore
Surge of the sea shouted
Let it be, an intimate night
Never disturb, any more
Seeing them,
Surge moved to hug the earth
Stars winked and lost
Blinded sight with shy
Moon was laughing nakedly
West ward
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