The sunset descends, tinting the ocean with tones of red. On the promenade behind the beach, The fountain looses its waters in long silver curls, and arranges them in a stony basin. while couples embrace, kiss, promise, seated on the promenade benches. The moon descends and tints with silver the ocean waters, and watches the lovers promising, the fountain rolling and unrolling its silvered strands. I walk home wondering If the moon will watch those same lovers seated on the promenade's benches when their hair is silvered like the fountain's strands of spray...
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