I met your friend
She has your trend
Borrows nothing
Somethings does lend.
Full of secrets
Joys and regrets
Silence, silence
All interprets.
An embrace cold
Soft, strong hold
A bliss priceless
Nor bought, nor sold.
Sun's golden face
Evades silvery grace
The western Queen
Walks with calm pace.
Sky's King retreats;
His signs deletes,
She cannot bear,
Her realm repletes.
Her silvery dress
Flaunts in each cress
Brings drops in eyes
When takes in press.
Go out and meet
She is a damsel sweet
Her heart is light
All clean and neat.
O friend! come please
Tension release
I wait for you
ALL worries freeze.
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Thought provoking images of sun and moon.