Moon children their heads in the clouds
Walk hand and hand across the sand
hearing the rhythm of waves crashing in
Feeling the spray soft on their faces
Together they share in the moonlight
And speak softly of what the future will bring
The rest of the world goes hurrying by
However their lives unfold so slowly
And starlight glistens in their eyes

     Lynda Leigh (c)

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