The tendrils of the moon were sprawling in the womb of the midnight firmament almost drowning into the glistening ocean.
The even tide was a subtle lullaby and a crest and fall were its resonance.
The North Star was an ornament that glistened and embellished the darkness that was the eternity of the night. All of the night was an amphitheatre. The theatricals were significant and the stars were symmetry.
The moon was a blossoming fragrance in the air. Dispersed and soaking in all of its aplomb.
The hollow trees were a mesmerizing tune and the flowers were overwhelming to the senses. A soothing chill tumbled in with the breeze. Like a playful child that was half curiosity and big eyes and the other half was devotion.
Why does moon rise take so long?
The even tide was a subtle lullaby and a crest and fall were its resonance.
The North Star was an ornament that glistened and embellished the darkness that was the eternity of the night. All of the night was an amphitheatre. The theatricals were significant and the stars were symmetry.
The moon was a blossoming fragrance in the air. Dispersed and soaking in all of its aplomb.
The hollow trees were a mesmerizing tune and the flowers were overwhelming to the senses. A soothing chill tumbled in with the breeze. Like a playful child that was half curiosity and big eyes and the other half was devotion.
Why does moon rise take so long?
