The July moon shone magnificent, pure, white and glowing
We laughed and walked, conversation flowing
I knew before I even met you, as we strolled upon the sand
That my future was in your big, strong, hand.
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A nice poetic imagination, Gray. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
My weary head is on the pillow, the silver light obscured by clouds Stars fill the sky in crowds I wait alone for darkness and moonbeams And sleep so I can see you in my dreams. dreams, my wishes, desires. i am on my pillow. beautiful poem. tony