Treasure Island

Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Moon, Sun and Earth


Pale moon
Hangs in the sky
Orange sun
In setting mode.

Soon it will
Turn into night
Sun rays on moon
Will shine so bright.

If moon turns face
Away from the sun
It'll always be
A moonless night.

To fill the world
With beauty and love
Let moon not turn
Away from sun.

Moon and sun
Be friends for ever
And shine your light
Kindly on earth.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 08, 2014

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/12/2014 10:40:00 PM)

    A Beautiful flow of words from your pen..
    Moon and sun
    Be friends for ever
    And shine your light
    Kindly on earth! Yes, they are our life. We cannot think or live without them. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

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