Don't mind the lyrics

I walked through the sand, cold and dry,

At dusk, where the sea meets the sky.

The shore took a bath in the moon's grace,

In hues of blue, a salt-kissed embrace.

The waves sighed like an aching heart,

More precious than silver—nature's art.

The stars blinked low, like quiet eyes,

Like a mellow movie the world denies.

The breeze blew back, glazing my face,

Breathing a rhyme only a poet could trace.

The night became more alive and new,

Weaving a story, a memory I knew.