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The moon is a poet
My perception of the moon as the mother and the stars seem like her naughty children, who add a spark to the dark night sky. Looking at her ethereal beauty, these lyrics poured out of my mind.
Looking into the solitude of the night sky,
the monochromatic beauty of the moon.
Reflecting like shimmer onto the tired waves,
making tides out of them, lovers croon.
Churning out lyrics into the still of the dusk,
it emerges like a poet, cajoling with words.
So serene, so pure, they make us rejoice,
in the humdrum of life, playing its musical chords.
She brings along her starlets like magical sparkles,
as they twinkle to the lyrical keys in her poetry.
She resonates in the eyes of the onlookers,
when she spins her syllables proud and free.
I hope you like my rendition of the moon.
