by Morgan Kirby

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Moonlight falls upon
The ocean, reflecting back
To the clouds above

The light is captured.
Bored, it brushes against the
Water, and tickles it.

The ocean tickles back
The two friends begin again
Their favorite game, tag.

The clouds part. The light,
Granted now an exodus,
Scampers to its home.

The ocean, tired,
Drifts off to sleep. Tomorrow,
They will play again.

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